Mikhail nearly came at the sight of her — flushed and bound and begging for him to touch her. He moved around to the foot of the bed, stepping out of his pants. He was hard as he’d ever been, fighting the temptation to jump on top of Anastasia and pull her onto him.
“Look at me,” he commanded again, his voice hard and demanding.
Anastasia blinked her eyes open and let out anotherdevastatingsound. Her mouth dropped open, and she was panting at the sight of him — naked and hard at the side of the bed, his hand dropped down to fist his cock.
“Blyat,” Anastasia cursed, trying and failing to keep her hips from bucking wildly at the sight of him.
“Do you see something you like, Anya? Do you want to touch me?” He grinned again, slowly beginning to work himself over, pumping his hard-on and letting his head drop back at the sensation.
Anastasia was nearly undone at the sight alone, fighting against the shackles as she watched Mikhail touch himself.
“Yes,” she begged, completely giving herself over to desire, “Yes, yes, please —pleasetouch me!”
The ‘please’ that did Mikhail in, picking his head up and letting go of himself. He was on top of Anastasia in second, and she let out a strangled cry at howgoodhe felt.
Her mind was far away from her magic at that moment. She couldn’t focus on anything else other than the now delicious burn of the restraints and Mikhail’s weight on top of her, the feeling of his skin hot and nearly burning through the shift she was wearing.
Mikhail sat up for a brief moment — making Anastasia cry out in frustration — grabbing her nightgown and ripping it in half with one movement.
He laid back on top of her, Anastasia driving her hips up and relishing in the delicious grind of him, the friction of feeling his hardness against her aching center.Fuck,it wasn’t enough.
Mikhail leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, making Anastasia’s eyes roll back into her head. She was so strung out that a few more touches were going to finish her off.
He bit her breast hard, making her stretch and pull at the shackles once more — his tongue soothing the sting a minute later. He moved to her other breast, but Anastasia was shaking her head.
“No, no, no,” she hissed, “Touch me,you bastard, or I swear to —oh!”
She was cut off with a gasp as Mikhail found her center, cursing at how she was already dripping all over his hand. He slid two fingers into her without pause, sinking into the knuckle while Anastasia made a wholly possessed sound that made Mikhail growl in satisfaction.
He curled his fingers up as his thumb found her clit, making devastatingly slow circles as Anastasia began to ride his hand. He slipped in a third finger inside, leaving soft kisses all over her waist and pubic bone as he studied her face.
He kept a close watch on her expression, making sure that as she got further lost with every second, she stayed present and distracted. The slightest note of her discomfort and he was ready to stop.
Mikhail kept going, moving his fingers in wicked ways — until Anastasia’s whole body nearly came off the bed with the force of her orgasm. She let out a strangled cry, her release soaking his fingers and tightening around them. He fingered her through it, murmuring sweet things against her hip bone.
“That’s a good girl, sweet Anya,” he murmured, leaning down to clean her up with his tongue. “You’re so pretty when you come for me,malyshka.” He looked up at her, finding her head lolled to the side as she fought to catch her breath. She was still flushed, her eyes still wild.
“You’re gonna give me one more,” Mikhail commanded her, his kisses at her hip turning into bites. Anastasia merely nodded, her head falling back on the pillows.
Mikhail was about to break out of his skin with the desire to be inside of her. He slowly moved up her body, his hot mouth pressing kisses and licking up her stomach… her breasts… her neck… biting at her jaw, and finally capturing her mouth in a devastating embrace.
One arm wrapped around her back, the other slapping against the wall as he braced himself.
“Lift your hips for me,” he smirked, and Anastasia obliged. She wrapped a leg around his waist and pulled him down to her, dictating exactly what she needed.
Mikhail was poised at her core, feeling the heat emanating off of her — he pressed the head up to her entrance, making Anastasia groan with frustration.
“Mikhail, if you don’tfucking —”
Mikhail laughed a dark and twisted sound near Anya’s ear and thrust inside of her in one movement. He was completely enveloped in her heat to the hilt as he let out a massive groan at the feeling of her around him.
They were both insanely worked up, Anastasia already on the cusp of her second orgasm and Mikhail ready to burst. He began thrusting wildly, watching Anastasia’s eyes the whole time. As they fluttered closed in bliss, he picked up his pace, knowing that she was on edge.
He leaned in, pressing their sweaty bodies together, staring to whisper in her ear.
“You take meso well, malyshka,” he growled, biting the shell of her ear, “Every last bit of my cock.”
Anastasia moaned, turning her head away from him for a moment as if she couldn’t handle how hot his words made her.
