The Bad Boy's Love

Chapter 10

Ivan's P.O.V.

They say you can not stop with just one kiss. This is my second first kiss with Hazel, if that means anything. The first time I kissed her was eight years ago. My lips and my mind will never forget her touch, but kissing her again only fueled my desire for her. F**k, I am lusting for her. I want to savour her right now, this fu**king instant.

Hazel did not even move an inch. Her gaze was solely focused on my shirt. I cupped her face in my hand and gently caressed her lower lip with my thumb. I leaned in to give her another kiss, lifting her chin up. She caved in. She responded. She wants me, too. After gaining this much insight, I raised her and wrapped her legs around my body. She cupped my face with both of her hands, intensifying our kiss.  

I shifted her to the couch and laid her down. I laid on top of her and pressed my body against her. She could easily feel my boner, and I could hear her rapid heartbeat. I was so focused on sensing her against me that I failed to notice her push. She asked me to lift my body up since I was suffocating her with a tap on my shoulder.

Her words, whispered in my ears, were "I can not breathe." That sparked something inside of me. Using my elbows to support myself, I stood up. After a few moments of staring at her, I smashed my lips against her, choked her neck, and said, "Let me give you some air." I want to treat her badly right now, but in a gentle way. Is this even possible? 

My hands make their way to her belly button. I slowly lifted her dress, and my fingers began to explore her lower body. I really want to fu*k her right now. I began kissing the nape of her neck. I bite it and leave my mark on her. "Wait," she said, holding my hand as I stroked her bikini line.

I said, "I do not want to," pulling her both hands over her head and tying them with mine.  With my clothes still on, I pressed my lower body against her and began massaging her genitalia with mine. I could see her eyes closing. She could not resist me.

"No, Ivan. Stop. "I do not consent," she protested.

"F*ck consent." "I know you want me, too," I replied. I was obstinate. She glared at me with those gorgeous eyes.

"What is your body count?" she inquired.

"What?" I was taken aback.

"How many girls have you slept with?" she asked, struggling to release her hands from my grip.

I tightened my grip on her and smiled, amused by her question. Just look at her. She is jealous. How cute?

"Why? If you are concerned that I have slept with beautiful models, with perfect figures and will judge you, you need not worry. "You are special," I assured her as a gentleman.

"Your narcissism has no bounds. "Get off me," she said, using all of her strength to push me away. I fall off the couch and onto the floor.

My dream of sleeping with her came crashing down with my bones.

"What is wrong with you?," I asked. My voice conveyed irritation. I folded my legs and glared at her.

"You should get a medical checkup," she said, straightening her hair with her hand as she rested her back on the couch. Her gaze remained fixed on my face.

"Excuse me!" I yelled this time.

"Excused," she said, flashing an artificial smile..

Why? "What are you implying?" I asked.

She answered, "I do not want to get infected." I got up on both of my legs.  Blood was boiling inside of me.