Page 117 of Anatomy of the Immortal Species
His breath brushed against her most intimate parts, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. A muffled moan escaped her as waves of pleasure flowed through her entire being. Her stomach clenched again – not from the pain she had expected – but from a delightful agony.
Amelia wanted to resist, to maintain some control, to conceal how much she desired him. But her resistance melted away with every second, with every movement of his tongue and lips, leading her to the edge. She could only grip the sheets, seeking some support.
Over the next few minutes, her body surrendered to his touch. Mikhail had the power to break her with a single move, but instead, he lifted her to heights she had never known before. The climax hit her like a powerful wave, leaving her panting, and her muscles trembling.
Mikhail sat back on the bed and helped her shed the rest of her clothes. Amelia settled into his lap, feeling his strength and warmth, and wondered why he was still dressed.
She kissed him, tasting her own desire on his lips. “Thank you.”
He might not understand what she was thanking him for, but she didn’t intend to explain. She didn’t want to ruin the moment by admitting he alone had been capable of erasing the memory of the whip on her body and driving away the fear that had taken root within her after the Creator’s warning. She didn’t want to talk about the loneliness that had consumed her over the past four months, or about how her heartbeat changed when Mikhail was close.
All she wanted was to savour the moment. And she wouldn’t leave this bed until she’d repaid him for the overwhelming pleasure he had given her.
“That was just a small taste of what you’ll be getting regularly if you choose to be with me.” Mikhail’s eyes were golden, lit with a dark flame. He lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. Amelia landed on her back, elbows sinking into the mattress.
He stood at the foot of the bed and removed his trousers, his eyes never leaving her bare body. His cock was large and hard, and she burned with the urge to touch him. Mikhail ran a hand along his length, eyes darkening with desire.
“If I do this, you’re mine forever.” His voice deepened to a near growl. “Are you sure you want that, Amelia?”
He began to move his hand over his arousal, his eyes locked onto hers. Amelia watched the smooth movements of his fingers, the rhythmic flexing and relaxing of the muscles above hiswrist. Her gaze shifted to the four scars crossing his chest and stomach. Even with them, his body was perfect.
When their eyes met, his held a look of expectation and the same animalistic ferocity that had once frightened her. Now, however, his predatory aura, his scarred body, and the way he slowly stroked himself while waiting for her answer were the most erotic things in the world. She licked her lips, imagining what it would feel like to run her tongue over his scars, to feel every rough patch of skin under the warmth of her lips.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” he said, pushing her back down. His weight pressed her into the bed, and his lips crashed onto hers.
His first thrust made her gasp – part pain, part pleasure. But Mikhail wasn’t in a hurry. He gave her time to adjust to his size, to get used to the fullness she had craved for the past three months, or maybe even longer.
He wasn’t just filling her physically. His closeness filled the emptiness left in her heart after losing her family. It was absurd and naïve, considering her arrangement with Ana. Considering everything she knew about Mikhail and his past. And yet, only with him did she feel protected. Under the weight of his body and in the embrace of his arms, she had no past or future. Here, no one could find her – not Ana, not the Creator, not anyone.
It didn’t take long for the waves of another climax to rise from her core. Mikhail sat up on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her to straddle him. His lips traced the curve of her neck, soon followed by his teeth marking every inch.
As she clung to him with desperation, Amelia understood his promise – after this night, she would be his forever. Because with her own fingers, mind, and heart, she branded him as well.
When the climax crashed over her, she moaned his name. She didn’t recognise her voice or her body, which, in Mikhail’s presence, seemed to belong more to him than to herself.
A moment before he released deep inside her, he sought out hereyes. His features twisted with arousal, and his gaze burned with a passion mixed with a feral hunger. The sounds coming from his throat were more like animal growls. Amelia loved seeing him like this – on the brink between man and beast – just as much as she loved seeing his cold, beautiful face.
Later, drifting off to sleep in his arms, she was at peace for the first time in a long while. Finally, all the suppression, the self-deception, and the denial of her feelings for him were over. She wasn’t sure if she was in love, but if she could choose, she would spend every night for the rest of her life like this – shielded by Mikhail’s body, enveloped in his scent, exhausted from his kisses.
She was prepared to lie every day and endure the Creator’s lashes if that was the price of falling asleep each night with this sense of security.
If only it were that simple…
The thought of hurting Mikhail caused an ache in her soul. She longed to be the reason for his smile, his peace. She wanted to be by his side, to offer him support and solace when his enemies tried to bring him down.
Instead, she would soon become one of those enemies.
She was no longer afraid he might kill her. The one thing that terrified her now was the thought of how she would live with herself, knowing she had betrayed him.
“Something is troubling you,” Mikhail whispered in the dark.
She shivered, and he must have thought she was cold because his arms tightened around her even more.
How had she got herself into such a mess?
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Mikhail stayed awake long after Amelia’s steady breaths told him she’d fallen asleep. He liked the feeling of her body against his chest and the way she draped her leg across his waist in her sleep. The warmth of her skin blended with his, giving him a sense of peace. Her scent filled his nostrils, leaving an imprint.
