“Hmm, crave is a big word, baby,” he pointed out, his hand tracing the side of my face.
“Take me, Mikhail. If this is going to be the end of us, I want to face it as your wife. Fully. No forced commitments. No compulsions. No schemes.”
“I won’t let harm come to you. I’ll do my damnedest to keep you alive and safe,” he vowed before his lips came down on mine.
In the next minute, he was lifting me and crawling to the center of the bed. My back landed softly on the lush mattress, his kiss pinning me down as he hovered over me.
“You’re mine,” he claimed, his authoritative voice carrying an undertone of tenderness.
“I’m yours,” I agreed right before he kissed me again. Slower, this time. But not any less ardent. Our tongues fought for domination as we both poured our hunger into the kiss, my hands tugging gently at the hair behind his head while his roamed.
He ended the kiss but didn’t break eye contact with me as he knelt beside me, his hands pulling the hem of my dress up. Every inch of skin his fingers touched was covered in goosebumps as he took off the dress, along with my underwear. His hands went to unbutton his shirt, but I sat up.
“Let me,” I urged, my hand over his.
He let go, and I undid every button under the unmissable hood of his stare. He got off the bed and removed his trousers, also freeing his hard length from his boxers.
I instinctively licked my lips at the thought of all that veiny hardness inside me.
He was hovering over me again in the next second, his dick poking blindly at my lower stomach. He dropped a kiss on my lips. And then, with his fingers tracing my face in featherlight touches, he kissed my forehead. I couldn’t contain my smile as he kissed my eyelids next. Then my nose. And my cheeks. And then he was back on my lips.
“I don’t deserve you. But I’ll do everything to keep you.”
“Mikhail, you do deserve me,” I countered softly, pulling his neck closer and kissing the corner of his lips. “And I don’t need you to do anything. I’m going nowhere.”
“Isabella,” he uttered my name like a prayer.
I could feel him opening up to me, pulling me in with that look in his eyes.
I kissed his lips before my head came in contact with the bed again.
He brought his dick to my entrance, the tip lined up at my slit. The fact that he didn’t bother with foreplay was proof of how attuned we were to each other. Not that I needed any other proof to know that.
He entered me, stretching me until I took him to the root.
“I want you to feel me, baby. Every thrust, every touch is me showing you how much you mean to me. How I want you, and not just for your body.”
I nodded twice, urging him to start moving.
He slid all the way out before sliding in again. Then he started moving inside me, his pace totally unhurried. His hands roamed my waist, the sides of my breasts, and my face. He didn’t slam into me, but with every thrust, his dick went deep inside me, emitting moans of pleasure from me.
He brought his thumb to my lips, and I opened my mouth in instinct, sucking on it, my hitched breath matching the heat in his eyes. Removing his wet thumb from my mouth, he brought it to my clit, rubbing and flicking, making me roll my head back as he catapulted me closer to my climax.
“Look at me, Isabella,” he demanded.
I did as he said, and he continued moving inside me, his hands on my breasts. He started moving faster as my body tightened at the edge of a building peak. Mikhail spurted into me and kept moving as his release crashed into mine.
“Mikhail! Oh!” I moaned as every part of my body tingled and shuddered as the ecstasy washed over me.
He slid out of me, and my eyes, still bleary, made out his body crouched down, his face to my soaking wet pussy.
My hips bucked off the bed when his tongue licked along the length of my slit. He held my waist down and continued licking and sucking, driving me crazy as my body chased after another climax. I came in his face, and he didn’t stop moving his tongue over my pussy until the second orgasm crashed into a third.
He kissed me slowly when he resurfaced, my limp body unable to fight for domination as his tongue explored.
We were both breathless when he dropped on his back beside me.
“I’m obsessed with you, you know that?” he rasped as he pulled me into his chest a moment later.
