Bab 92: We Are Not Married Yet

Ivan was relentless with his actions as he tore apart her clothes and led Briena to the bed, he himself was shirtless. He pushed her on the bed, making her fall on the soft mattress underneath and hovered over her, impatiently clear in his actions. His hands pinned her on the mattress, his tall form pressing down on her naked, delicate form.

He was about to kiss her again but Briena spoke. "I-Ivan…wait…"

Panting heavily he looked at her. "I don't think I can anymore," his voice was hoarse and needy. 

His voice made her skip her heart beast but she spoke anyways, "I have not done this before. I am scared."

"I know," he tugged at her delicate lips with his teeth, the lips which he had been craving for since that night when she pecked on his cheek. "I will be careful," he assured and kissed her again.