Page 36 of Savage Pakhan

I arch my back, moaning his name loudly into the room, “Alek.”

I bury my hands in his hair, tugging on the silver strands. All I have is the view of his strong shoulders, his muscles flexing as he moans into me, his tongue plunging into my virgin hole.

“You taste so fucking good, Mia. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this—wanting you.” Alek continues to tongue-fuck me while pinching my clit with his fingers.

One hand remains locked on upper thigh near my ass, pulling me as close as possible to his face.

“Alek,” I moan his name in the empty room, wanting nothing more than for him to climb up the steps and bring me the relief I seek.

He releases the grip he has on my thigh, his palm migrating up my body to wrap around my breast. Alek squeezes me gently, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple, back and forth, adding to the sensations he is giving me below.

My eyes snap open when my body suddenly feels lightweight. There’s a tingling in my body starting from my toes. I don’t stop. I don’t change the pace. I’m close to experiencing whatever this feeling is.

“Alek!” I call out his name when the first wave of pleasure hits. My back arches again and I whimper and whine, the sounds leaving me I’ve never made before. I can’t breathe. I can manage to gasp for air when my orgasm keeps pulsating through every muscle.

“Mia!” Alek shouts from the other side of the door. The handle jiggles. “Mia! Open the door. Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” I moan when another orgasm takes me by surprise, the erotic mewls echoing off the walls. There is no way he can’t hear me.

Him coming to my rescue must have triggered another orgasm. No one has ever come to my rescue before.

I can’t move. I’m… busy.

“I’m—” I say a bit too breathlessly.

And a bit too late.

The door slams against the wall, pieces of wood flying everywhere from Alek kicking it in, and he is holding out his gun, aiming it towards the shadows.

Which has another orgasm hitting me.

I’m noticing a pattern. When he is around and is protecting me, that’s my hot spot, that’s what I desire.

I whimper again, rolling my lips together to hide the whines wanting to spill free. I don’t stop moving my hand. I never want this feeling to stop. I want to come again and again until I fall asleep from pure exhaustion.

“Mia?” My name deepens at the same time he sets his weapon down on the nightstand.

He flicks the bathroom light on so he can see me, and he growls when he realizes what I’m doing.

“Were you thinking of me, Lyubimaya?” He asks, stepping forward. “I heard you calling for me, but I thought you were in trouble. Were you calling my name because you made yourself come?” He takes another step, his shadow casting onto the bed.

I nod, afraid to say one word or maybe he’ll leave or worse, this is all a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.

“Were you thinking of me?” His voice becomes a soft rasp and he takes another step forward, nearly touching the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” I whisper, afraid’ll hear me.

“Fuck, Mia.” He squeezes his length and that’s when I remember he sleeps naked. He must have rushed up here thinking I was in trouble, and he didn’t even think to put clothes on.

I could come again if I wasn’t so nervous.

Alek watches me remove my hand from between my legs like a hawk.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ve never done anything like this before and seeing you in your towel⁠—”

Oh my god, I’m rambling because I’m so nervous. Let the nightmare end.

“I wanted to try.” I sit up, holding the covers to my chest, my entire body on fire with embarrassment.