Page 48 of Savage Pakhan

And coffee.

“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his hand through my hair to cup the back of my head. “Mia.” He dives his tongue between my lips, the tip flicking against mine, and our lips explore one another.

We move together as if we have kissed each other a thousand times. I gasp for breath, the desperation for more possessing us both. He growls down my throat, the firm give of his lips has me gasping down his throat, his tongue dominating my own.

Without saying a word, he picks me up, swinging me into his arms.

“Where are we going?” I ask between kisses, my mouth barely moving against his.

“Inside.” He kisses down my neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh under my ear.

Inside.

My heart skips a beat with excitement, nervousness, and a dash of fear. He knows I have no experience. I just want him it to be good for him.

“We stop anytime you say,” he reassures, another reminder he is nothing like his son.

I nod, loving I have the choice, yet knowing I don’t want it. Alek won’t do anything to hurt me, and I’ve wanted him for far too long thinking I’d never have any privacy.

I have everything I want now.

He opens the front door, kicking it shut behind him, the lock clicking into place.

The lights flicker when lightning cracks outside, the rain suddenly pouring harder in heavy sheets that beat against the windows.

His mouth is own mine, the moment our lips touch, thunder booms, a sound I’ll hear forever to be reminded of this moment too.

Alek climbs up the steps to the bedroom, tossing me on the mattress. I’m looking up at his impressive intimidating form. Every inch of him is lethal, his muscles flexed, his cock straining against his sweatpants, and my gaze roams all over his body, noting every scar that I want to lick.

Without a word spoken between us, he crawls over me, aligning his body with mine. Alek grips the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, tugging it up and over my head to reveal I’m bare underneath.

His breath hitches when I’m revealed to him. “Mia,” he growls, reaching down to squeeze his cock. “You had nothing on when Nikolai was here?”

I shake my head, running my hands down his chest. “He couldn’t see anything, and I wanted to risk you catching a glimpse.”

“Lyubimaya.” His mouth melds to mine, his lips comforting and warm like home. He skims his fingers up and down my sides causing my lungs to respond in unstable breaths.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples.

“So perfect,” he whispers against my heated skin as he travels down my throat.

His palm slides down my chest, stopping in the middle where he had to do CPR.

“So glad you came back to me.” He bends down, placing a kiss in the middle of my sternum. “I don’t know what I would have done. I would have mourned the life I could never have,” he admits, kissing down my abdomen.

There’s old yellow bruise against my ribcage that he gently brushes over. Questions pinch his face, anger forming in the lips I just kissed, ones that are soft and gentle are now hard and grim.

“I’m okay,” I say, running my hands through his hair.

“You will be for the rest of time. I promise,” he vows, kissing the hurt his son inflicted. He nips at my lower ribcage, and I moan, electric currents zipping through my body.

“Noted.” He peers up at me, those dark green eyes eager and pleased.

I bury my fingers in his hair, arching my back with every sensual glide of his mouth against my skin. His tongue dives into my navel, swirling, giving every inch of me a kiss.

He settles between my legs, his hands grabbing either thigh, spreading them so I’m on display. On instinct, I go to cover myself, knowing I can’t be enough for the kind of women he’s used to.

Alek takes my wrists in a semi-firm hold, pinning them against the bed. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Lyubimaya. You’re by far the prettiest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure seeing. You are perfect. There isn’t a part of you that doesn’t call to me. Let me see you.”