“No,” she whimpered. “It’s not enough.”
Maxim clenched his teeth, staring down at her as she hung her head, trying to clear her face. What would be suitable to gain her forgiveness? How did he go about earning her affection after screwing up so much? If he had just believed her from themoment they began their marriage, things would have been so much different.
Pride chewed at him, but it didn’t stop him.
Maxim kneeled, gripping her hips as he now stared up at her. Her eyes widened, and she stiffened, unable to move as she watched him. “You have me on my knees, Moroz–Kira. Kira. Not because of your name, but because of you and everything you are. I was a fool to not trust you. But I am blinded no longer. You are my wife, and from this moment on, it is you and me.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers, feeling them flex against his cheek. “I am yours, Kira.”
Kira had never had a man like Maxim kneel before her. She was undeserving, and yet, the power it filled her with was addictive. She had control. She had him in the palm of her hand.
Exactly what Papa wanted.
It happened naturally, and Kira didn’t know what it meant. Was it because she was a Morozov? Was it in her blood to manipulate without even realizing it?
And now that she had power over him, what could she make him do?
But nothing was springing to mind with him staring up at her, desperate for approval. She flicked her gaze down to his lips, and it thrilled her. More than anything else, she wanted to taste him. Kira bent over, brushing her lips over his, but she was scared. She didn’t want to be denied again, and she leaned above him, waiting because though she had power, she didn’t want it. She wanted him to take control, to own her, to enjoy her.
Maxim didn’t hesitate. He smashed his lips against hers as he stood, lifting her up to keep her aligned with his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping tight to his broad shoulders. He propped one large hand under her ass, clenching her as the other dove into her hair, twisting her head to the side so he could slip his tongue into her mouth deep, nearly cuttingoff their air supply. Feeling her tongue against him surged the adrenaline, and his heart pounded, and his cock pulsed. He knew she felt it when she moaned into him.
They broke and panted against each other’s mouths. She met his gaze, hazy and nearly blind with desire. She didn’t know what to do next, how to get him to understand that she needed him to cure this terrible ache inside her. She feared telling him she was a virgin would still be met with disbelief. Kira wanted him more than she wanted to breathe and couldn’t risk this being stopped for any reason.
Maxim kissed her again. After so many weeks apart from her, he had no control. Her desire was sinking into him, making him rash and hasty like a pubescent boy.
He propped Kira on the piano as he devoured her neck and bustline, kissing the tops of her heaving breasts. Her hands were chaotic over him, seeking skin. He pulled his hands off her if only to rip at his shirt, tugging the buttons harshly, caring little if they broke off. As soon as his skin was exposed, her lips were on him, kissing his clavicle and traveling down his pectorals. He pulled her away, however. This wasn’t about him. He didn’t want any attention. She deserved to be worshiped, and that was precisely what he planned to do.
He lowered to his knees again, his eyes on her, observing the way she panted, how her cheeks reddened, and how she tried to tighten her knees together, but he wasn’t having it. He slid his hands up her ankles, slowly, noticing the way her breathing increased as he tentatively pushed at her knees, pulling them apart while guiding her dress up. The idea of being able to see her pussy for the first time was the only thing that broke his concentration.
Maxim pulled her ass closer to the edge of the piano. He kissed her knees, inching the dress up even higher.
“Maxim,” she whimpered.
Her legs parted just slightly with every gentle kiss, and soon the dress was up high enough to reveal her panties. He hooked one finger aside to expose her shaved vagina, her clit, and her tight lips. He groaned at the sight and then dived in. His tongue stretched out, eager for a taste. From bottom to top, he licked, and Kira gasped and bucked against him, her legs inching apart so he could get in deeper and deeper, which was precisely what he did. He pulled her lips open to get access to her clit and attacked, devouring her like it was his last meal.
Kira’s hands fell back to catch her as she panted and moaned. The pleasure pulsed in every inch of her limbs, and she could hardly breathe. A hand moved to the back of his head, holding him in place as she flexed her hips. She propped her feet up to the edge of the piano, letting her knees fall open, exposing her more than she’s ever experienced. It was freeing to be so daring, to be desired and wanted not for any other reason. Maxim was hers, and she was his.
Minutes were all it took for her to feel the orgasm rise. Her mouth fell open and she clogged her throat to keep her moans from escaping in case the servants heard. Her body trembled with release, and even in the aftermath, he tried to lick at her clit, but she folded, too sensitive to let him.
Maxim was kissing her cheek and neck, admiring how she panted. She was the most beautiful woman, and to think he’s missed out on weeks of seeing her in such a state made him resent himself.
Kira slowly regained the strength to open her eyes. He was gliding his fingers up and down her back, and it felt warm and welcoming. But Maxim wasn’t about to let her rest. She heard the zipper of his pants, and when she opened her eyes, he was standing at her feet with his massive cock in his hand. With his other hand, he gripped her ankle and yanked her back into position, where her ass was on the edge of the piano and herpussy, wet and bare before, clenched. He leaned over her, his tip pressing against her lips as he kissed her, drowned in everything she was. “Are you ready?”
Kira could only nod as she gripped his shoulders.
“I’ll go slow.”
It was an acknowledgment that he now believed she was a virgin. It made her eyes water. Validation from him was a gift. And as he continued to kiss her and suck on her tits, Kira wrapped her legs around him, gently pushing him closer, wanting him in her more than she wanted to breathe. He filled her bit by bit, knowing his girth alone would hurt most women, but a virgin wasn’t something he was prepared for. He cursed at the tightness, having hoped eating her out would have loosened her up, but he was in uncharted territories. He had never had sex with a virgin before.
“You want me to stop?” He panted against her collarbone.
“No.”
“Kira, I–” He clenched his teeth. The words ‘I love you’ were on his lips, but it was so minimal to what he was feeling. He’d rather show her. He flexed his hips, diving an inch deeper. He could hear her gasp, and he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure. Leaning up on his hands, he watched her face as he rocked his hips. In moments, the knit of her brow transformed. Her moans escaped her mouth despite how hard she tried to keep quiet.
Maxim fell in love with the way pleasure appeared on her face. He spat on the tips of his fingers and reached between them, rubbing her clit. The way she only got louder told him to go faster. He stopped thrusting into her, if only to focus on driving the most pleasure out of her. She clenched him harshly as she came, her whole body arching.
There was something about fucking Kira Morozov on her family’s piano that brought a level of confidence he could nothave gotten otherwise. This was what had been missing. Kira was now not only his in marriage, but she was his in soul. Everything that came between them was erased. He was going to heal her and put her first, the way her family never did. He would deserve her in every way possible.
Maxim gripped the back of her head, kissed her with his tongue, and came hard inside her, groaning and flinching with every wave.
