Bride To His Darkness-Chapter 348: Like A Sulking Cat

"No?" Ivan blinked stupefyingly at her refusal. He clearly hadn’t expected it. He knew she wanted it as much as him, he could sense it, it was part of their bonding, but still, he couldn’t help but be taken aback by her refusal.

"Why?" He asked.

"Hmph! Cause I don’t want to." Came her subtle retort, but she made no further explanation. "We have a lot to do tomorrow, we still need to find Carmela, so get some sleep instead."

"I don’t want to sleep."

"Then gaze at the tent’s ceiling till you do, it helps one fall asleep sooner than you think. I’m really sleepy tonight so goodnight." she yawned and shifted, causing her hips to lift slightly. That action sent her ass rising in the process, and the shirt that barely covered her flawless thighs had Ivan swallowing hard.

So much has happened after their first night together, and all he wanted was to rekindle those feelings, but here she was, heartlessly taunting him.

Understanding the fact that this stubborn woman won’t tell him the reason, he tried to guess it himself. Everything had gone so well today, they never fought or had any misunderstandings, so could that mean she was holding a personal grudge with him? A grudge that has nothing to do with today? No matter how hard he tried to guess his mistake, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he had done.

The sudden shift of his wife’s body made his eyes regretfully glance her way, and she was completely facing the other side now. Her hair was sprawled over the bedspread, and her womanly figure only made matters worse. Maybe if she hadn’t worn his shirt alone, he would have been able to muster some restraint for the night, but not this night, cause he needed her, he needed her so badly he was willing to answer to her every beck and call.

"Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?" He tried to drive away that sleep from her eyes with a little coaxing. Noway he would let her sleep while he was suffering here like this.

"Okay fine, whatever it is I apologize and I promise never to repeat whatever unknown mistake I have made, okay?" He said, hoping she would answer him for real this time, but as he waited, there were still no movements from the woman who faked sleep.

"Little Lamb?"

Still no movement.

Meanwhile, behind the curtains, Samantha was struggling to stifle her laughter. She didn’t know he was the type to get restless over things like this, she actually assumed he was someone who could muster his self-control, but as they say, every man has their limits, and her husband seemed to have exceeded his.

The fact he was apologizing, when he barely knew why she was refusing, was just too cute. However, seeing him restless also made her feel satisfied, because he had done the exact same thing to her when he kissed her the other day and left her completely unsatisfied. The reason he left was understandable, but Samantha couldn’t help but want a payback.

Besides, he had stopped because he had work to do, and she was stopping this time because they both had work to do tomorrow. It’s a win-win.

When she remained silent, even after his apology, Ivan tried to let her be and get some sleep, but he was also worried about what he might have done to the extent she wasn’t talking to him. It was fine if she didn’t want to do it right now, but he wasn’t liking her silence and that really bothered him.

Laying there, tortured by the scent of his wife, and the distance of her body heat, he couldn’t help but take the risk and try once more. He shifted closer, nuzzling his face into her tempting neck while his arms wrapped around her small body, securing her in his hold.

"Little Lamb." His voice was unusually soft, like a tempting whisper, "are you asleep? Stop pretending and talk to me at least."

Unable to hold it, Samantha’s walls cracked, and she chuckled after failing to suppress it. She laughed out, startling Ivan who was left momentarily dazed and confused.

She turned her body so she could face him, and her hand caressed his cheek after seeing his expression. He looked like a sulking cat, with his dark hair tousled, his eyebrows furrowed, and a faint pink blush stained his upper cheekbones, highlighting his visuals.

"You are so sweet, has anyone told you that?" Samantha was still trying to stifle her laugh, and it finally dawned on Ivan that she was only messing with him. He closed his eyes in relief, feeling glad he hadn’t done anything wrong, but at the same time, his crimson eyes opened to glare slightly at the woman who was still struggling to hold back her laugh.

"Don’t do stuff like that to me, I was really terrified for a moment." He honestly thought his heart was going to rip out of his chest, but here she was, laughing at his expression and calling it cute. Still sulking without even realizing it, he tried to turn away after having his feelings hurt, but his wife’s dainty fingers on his arm stopped him from turning away completely, and she kissed him when he parted his lips to grumble a few words.

She smoothed his disheveled hair and cupped his cheeks after pulling back, "you’re like a child when you sulk like that, it’s really cute, that’s why I can’t help but..." she showered his face with kisses, his cheeks, lips, eyelashes, his forehead – everywhere. He felt her irresistible love.

Ivan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to him, "but I’m not a child, I’m your husband."

Feeling her chin lift upward, she blinked when her lips were captured by him.

Her eyes instinctively closed at the heart-stopping contact, and she made a sound when he pulled her up to him in one move, making sure she straddled him properly. He pushed his body up and claimed her luscious lips with urgency, and Samantha couldn’t tell if it was the drink Lucy had given her before going to bed, but she found herself taking the lead as she dominated their never ending kisses.

Her tongue overpowered that of Ivan’s as she cupped his cheek, and he let her take it without argument, his head falling back as he sighed into their fervent osculation. They had both been stressed out lately, it felt incredible to lay down with a little lovemaking.

Ivan’s hands roamed her body, and while they refused to break apart, Samantha’s fingers worked on the button of his chest, undoing every one of them until she made it to the last button. Pulling back so they could both catch their breath, a string of saliva followed, and it was clear her husband hadn’t had enough cause he suddenly pulled her forward to steal her lips again, but she resisted.

The displeasure in his eyes was evident, and Samantha rested her hand on his shoulder as he placed open-mouthed kisses down her throat, neckline, and tantalizingly, he moved to her breast. He didn’t even bother to take it above her head and just ripped it instead, leaving her stupefied with how he ripped his own shirt with unrestrained impatience, as though it was a piece of paper and not a quality fabric.

"Why did you–"

"It’s much faster that way." His hot breath tickled her bare chest, and she could see her round breasts were now exposed to his greedy gaze. He kissed her cleavages, peppering her skin only to take one of her nipples with a hungry movement, and he began to suck.

Breathless, Samantha clung onto him, allowing her nails to dig into his shoulder as he moistened and licked her nipple. He grabbed it with his teeth, stopping short when she winced, and he blew hot air into it. He did the same to the other one, allowing his thumb to stroke the nipple he already devoured.

Samantha wrapped her arms around his head, unable to sustain the wave of pleasure that came crashing down to her flat belly and beyond that.

"W...wait – ah!" Samantha let out a small scream when he sucked hard. Her insides tingled, and his silky hair tickled her skin.

"Hold on to me, just like that." She heard him say after wrapping his strong arms tightly around her waist, she feared she might snap if he tightened his hold any further than this. Not once did she bother to feel concerned about if others heard her moans, because no matter how hard she tried, she could not suppress them, even if she bit her own tongue.

Samantha’s teary eyes looked down at the immaculate skin she had exposed, and her fingers traced Ivan’s abs up to his sturdy chest, then she palmed it. His skin felt warm, his heartbeat drummed faster than what she remembered of it, and they seemed to align with hers.

When she met Ivan’s gaze with a flustered look, he had a boyish smile on his lips while watching her with foxy eyes, as if anticipating what naughty idea was running through her mind, and if she’ll be brave enough to make a move on it.

Samantha, whose body hummed due to his inviting gaze, couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss his jawline, trailing her tongue down to his throat. She tasted his skin while he closed his eyes to savor the feeling, then she proceeded to plant soft kisses on his chest, abs, but as she looked up, she watched his eyes twinkle when her fingers rested on the waistline of his pants.

She found his lips again, and she couldn’t help but wonder how she stayed a whole day without kissing him when he tasted so good! Pulling back and locking gaze with him, she began to rotate her hips against him, not looking away. She could feel his hardness that wanted to break free from his trousers, but she didn’t stop and continued to move her hips till she had Ivan clenching his jaw, whilst his hands grabbed her bare ass beneath the shirt he hadn’t pulled off her body completely.

"You’re going to be the death of me." He whispered, his voice rough and edgy as he traced his hungry lips down her beautiful body, leaving marks on her tender skin. Samantha’s finger’s traveled up to the back of his neck, getting lost in his hair and despite his plan to keep her still by steadying her thighs, she didn’t stop.

She was itchy down there, she needed him, she needed it inside of her, and it showed with the way her hips moved against his hardness. Ivan’s face burned at the sweet moans she failed to restrain, unable to take it any longer.

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