Page 41 of The Russian's Kidnapped Bride
He looks both satisfied and hungry while lust clouds his eyes, and he gently retracts his fingers to smooth along my ass.
“You did well for someone who despises me,” Mikhail teases, hovering his lips near mine. Close, but not close enough.
“We’re not done yet,” I murmur in return as I catch my breath, swallowing hard while a bold streak moves through me. I grip the front of his shirt to steady myself. “You owe me.”
He cocks a brow. “Oh, I do? What for?”
“For dragging me to dinner…then dragging me here.”
Grinning, he uses his hold on my backside to easily hoist me up while he stands, letting my legs wrap around his waist. “Alright then, if that’s what you want, I’m sure I can give it to you.”
A rush of excitement shoots through me, not at all surprised by the sense of urgency moving through him despite his cool attitude. Even from this position, I can feel the tent in his trousers against me, and I know he’s barely hanging on.
Mikhail sits himself on the leather chair with me, straddling his lap, and he pulls me closer to kiss me.
It’s just as hot and fearsome as before, but there’s something more intense beneath the surface, bellying the need coursing through him. And it only spurs me on more.
I break the kiss, pulling back and causing a look of confusion to cross his features. Carefully, I climb off his lap, shifting down. His brows furrow.
“Where are you going—”
Before he can finish, I’m already on my knees between his thighs, easing his belt undone and his zipper open.
His brows lift slightly as if surprised by my boldness. Then he helps me pull his slacks down more, leaning back in his seat. A quiet grunt slips from his lips the moment his arousal is freed, and his breathy exhale gives away just how pent-up he is.
Not wasting a moment, I lean in and kiss down the length of him, forcing his breath to catch.
“Christ,” Mikhail mumbles, letting his eyes fall shut. He goes nearly boneless in his chair, humming with every touch.
Once I settle my mouth over him, guiding him into my warmth, he groans and grips the armrest until his knuckles turnwhite. He hisses from the contact, immediately bringing a hand to my hair.
“Shit…you’re not holding back, are you?” He mumbles, chest rising and falling heavily while I work him.
Using my tongue and lips, moving with more purpose, Mikhail’s grunts and groans only grow louder, and his grip on the back of my head tightens slightly. The muscles peeking out beneath his raised button-down flex with every movement, and despite his attempts to hold back, I catch the subtle movements of his hips.
With his breath quickening and his restraint slipping, a sense of vulnerability settles over him, and at this moment, I feel more powerful than I ever have.
For once, I have a certain strength over him. I have him in the palm of my hand, all from the pleasure I’m giving him.
Reveling in that fact, I lose myself in the middle of it, focusing on pushing him closer to the edge.
Then Mikhail groans and gently guides my head back, popping me off him. He looks almost dazed when he meets my gaze.
“As incredible as that feels, I’m not ready to be done yet,” he murmurs, wasting no time pulling me back onto his lap to straddle him like before. “I still need my fill of you.”
Anticipation crawls up my spine while I catch my breath, matching his haze.
Then, he’s yanking me back in for another kiss, and that’s all it takes for both of us to break.
Our hands wander, gripping at fabric and trying our hardest to pull it away. It’s blind and clumsy, but neither ofus stops. Instead, we’re a mess of limbs and heat, reaching for whatever skin we can grab.
A shudder moves through me at the feeling of his erection sliding against me, jolting me back to life. Need rings through my body, and I can’t wait. Not anymore.
“You’ll be the death of me,” Mikhail mumbles, kissing my mouth before guiding me closer, prodding against me. It’s enough to make me grip the back of his neck while his arms cage around me. “But I can’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper back, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
Immediately, a low sound reverberates within his chest, and he shifts his grip on me, easing me down.
