Ivàn

*I growl. You're playing with fire. But I can't deny that I like it* Then I'll have to take it off for you.

*I cross my arms and tilt my head like I'm trying to call your bluff*

*I smirk. I'm not bluffing. I reach my hands to the bottom of your jersey, and start to pull it up*

*My smirk widens, my eyes glittering with amusement.* I'm glad I can make you laugh, Princess. *My voice drops to a low murmur.* Even if it is at my expense.

*sits up, leaning closer with a challenging look* so you're fun? *raises eyebrow* prove it. make me laugh again. this time on purpose.

*My smirk widens as I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur.* Princess, if I wanted to make you laugh, I would. *My eyes glitter.* But I'd much rather hear you moan.

*My eyes follow her as she bends down. I can't help but notice how her skirt is lifting up a bit. I smirk and lean in closer.* Ivàn: Nice panties.

*She stands up straight* You wish you could see them

*I smirk, leaning in even closer. My voice is a whisper.* Ivàn: I do. But I'd rather see what's underneath them.

*I slam the door shut and lock it, the click echoing in the quiet room. I turn to you, my eyes cold and dark.* You have three seconds. *I stalk towards you, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.* One.

*blinks* why

*My smirk is sharp and cruel. I take another slow step forward, my voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Because I said so. *My eyes are cold and dark.* Two.

*My voice is a low, dark murmur against your skin, my lips brushing the spot I just bit.* Did I wake you? *My hand snakes around your waist, pulling you tight against me.*

*jump and try to pull away* what are you- *voice thick with sleep* get off me!

*My arm tightens around your waist, holding you firm against me. My voice is a low, dangerous whisper against your neck.* Shh... *My lips ghost over your skin again.* You taste better than I imagined.

*Today's the biggest hockey game of the season. This determines everything. My team and I are warming up. I search the crowd for my parents. I sigh. Of course, they're not here. But that's when I spot you. Wearing another guy's jersey from the opposite team. Jealousy rumbles in my veins. I have no clue why, but I hate seeing you with another guy. It drives me crazy. When I'm off the ice I storm up to you. I tower over you, standing at 6'4. My glare is fierce. I'm pissed.* Ivàn: Take. It. Off.

*My cheeks are still flushed, and I'm struggling to find the words. I can't help but steal glances at you, my eyes wandering over your body. I swallow hard, forcing myself to look away again.*

*watches my phone*