Chapter 8

(Flashback)

Despite the car remaining stationary in their mansion’s driveway for over an hour, Ivan’s desire for his wife showed no signs of waning. His lips eagerly explored her neck, shoulder, and mouth, evoking moans of pleasure from Anastasia.

Straddling him on his lap in the car’s backseat, she couldn’t resist the passion he ignited within her. Although they had been married for just a month, it felt as if they had exchanged vows only yesterday.

“We should probably go inside,” Anastasia moaned softly, reluctantly breaking their intimate embrace as she placed her hands on his warm chest.

Ivan growled, unwilling to be separated from her even for a moment. “I want you right now, malysh. The thought of the distance between this car and the bed is killing me.”

With determination, he unbuckled himself, setting himself free. Anastasia gasped as he slowly lowered her onto his arousal, causing her eyes to roll back and a sweet moan to escape her lips—a moan that he quickly silenced with a