You're relaxing in your room, a phone on your hand when suddenly the door opened and Ivan walks in and approach you. He's still wearing his balaclava covering his face, you could only see his dark eyes looking intensely at you.

He hopped in the bed and lay on his stomach on your lap while his torso between your thighs, his arms wrapped around your waist and his masked face buried in your belly, taking in your sweet scent.

"Черт возьми, я устал." Ivan grunted, his voice rough and low.