And yet, it doesn’t hurt at all.
I’m so wet, he’s sliding easily inside me, stretching me, filling me like I’ve never been filled before.
“Christ, you feel good,” he growls, the strain in his voice sending a jolt through my body that turns my core molten.
I whimper, unable to find my words as my aching channel tightens around him. Miko groans.
Dropping his forehead to the pillow beside me, he releases his cock, bracing on both his forearms now as his hips roll forward.
Plunging the rest of the way inside me, he pauses buried to the hilt. A cry rushes past my lips.
I’ve never felt so utterly full, and it feels sinfully good.
Miko showers light kisses on my lips, my jaw, my throat, triggering all the most sensitive points as he slowly starts to rock.
Liquid relief washes out to my fingers and toes, excitement building in my core.
I wrap my arms around him, drawn to his strength, his heat, and press my fingers into the thick cords of muscle lining his spine.
He moves closer in response, his soft chest hair brushing across my sensitive nipples, his abs flexing against me with each slow thrust.
Every delicious, tantalizing roll of his hips sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me. The friction of our bodies coming together stimulates me until I’m ready to cry. I’ve never known a feeling like this before. It’s not just the pleasure of how Miko touches me. It’s like he’s found a direct line to my very soul.
I never knew sex could feel so good. Pyotr never seemed to care about my needs, and after a while, I stopped feeling desire at all, so to say my mind is blown just wouldn’t do it justice.
If this is what sex with Miko is like, I could get used to it. No, I could get addicted.
“Oh god!” I gasp, my back arching up off the bed as I feel like I’m hovering on the edge of a precipice, just seconds from falling.
“Come for me, Anika,” Miko commands, his deep voice rich with authority.
Right now, my body would obey him anything, and I scream his name as I launch into oblivion.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as my body feels weightless, almost numb with relief.
My hips rock, my thighs quivering as I throb and pulse around his hard length.
It’s the strangest sensation—like my body is begging him for more. But nothing could be better than the tingling release that curls my toes.
And then, hot cum floods my channel as Miko follows me into ecstasy.
I got so caught up in the moment, I completely forgot about the potential consequences of him coming inside me, and even as a syrupy warmth pulses through my veins, that familiar ball of anxiety tightens around my stomach.
He twitches inside me, his cock urging my aftershocks to continue long after my body’s gone limp. And I bite back the tears as reality slowly settles in. I never should have gotten so carried away. But when Miko presses a soft kiss to my lips, I know how easily I could lose myself once more.
He eases out of me and rolls onto his side, then pulls my back against his chest as he brings us beneath the covers.
My breath catches, my body tensing at the entirely unfamiliar move.
Pyotr never wanted to snuggle—unless he’d been particularly brutal for no reason—and even then, that had only been early on in our marriage. I’m used to my husband turning away from me as soon as we’re done having sex and promptly falling asleep.
But Miko seems to want me close as he keeps his heavy arm draped across my bare side. The feel of his hot skin against mine is somehow both stimulating and oddly soothing. His breathing is slow and even, and I can almost sense without looking when he’s fallen asleep.
It doesn’t take long.
In the silent stillness that follows, though, I lie awake, my eyes open as I try to process everything that happened today.
Despite the circumstances behind my situation, not to mention the deadly brawl that broke out during the wedding, I feel like every encounter I’ve had with Miko was almost… enjoyable.
