Ivan knew he had no right to touch her this way, to crave her like air, but he did both, regardless of the forbidden possibilities crawling their way into his thoughts. With his face only inches distance from the parted lips that he was sure belonged to no one else but him, there was absolutely nothing that could stop him from claiming it, cause before he realized it himself or what he had done, his lips was already on hers before she could speak, silencing her incoming protest and recognizing the taste of her against his own hungry mouth.
At this point he could no longer feel anything, the cold, the emptiness in his room, cause all he felt was the woman he wanted to kiss so badly - she was everywhere, her scent, the warmness of her body when he leaned close….. filling everything…. He wanted her to feel the exact same thing she was making him feel.
