[Music recommendation: MATTIA CUPELLI - Love Lost (Piano Version)]
"You naughty little princess, don't steal my meal," he teased her in his husky voice against her lips, making her toes curl. She sank deeper into his lap, only to feel the hard bulge pressing against her womanhood. A shudder ran down her spine at the contact, and she felt her core growing wet in response. Her eyes widened in realisation of what it was, so she instinctively pulled back, as she continued panting softly for air.
Ivan, who felt it as well, let his lips curl up in a wicked smile. He pulled her back into his iron grip, lifted his hand to touch her cheek, and whispered, "What is it, baby? Did you feel something? Hm?"
Eve burned like a thousand suns as her eyes slowly turned back to blue and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Ivan noticed how she had been bold enough to rip open his shirt like a feral cat just a few moments ago, and now, suddenly, she curled up like an adorable kitten.
