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Mikhail groans softly against my skin, pausing to keep himself from giving in too quickly. Instead, he kneads at my thigh in a bid to hold out until he regains his bearings.
But the initial sparks make me crave more, and I can’t help myself. With a sense of greed in my movements, I use my leg around him as leverage, guiding his hips closer to mine.
“Fuck…” he utters, sounding so breathless and addictive while he shudders against me. His fingers move through my hair, bracing the back of my head as he carefully moves. “You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”
Humming, I cup his cheeks and pull his face closer to mine, emboldened by the need coursing through me. My words fan against his lips. “I am…and I don’t want you to hold back.”
His eyes darken with mutual need as he drinks in my features, shifting his grip on me while inadvertently movingeven deeper, making my breath catch. He grins at the sound and eases into a smooth rhythm.
My eyes flutter shut again while he moves through my inner walls, caressing me in all the right ways. I moan for him, not afraid to let him know just how easily he can pull every sound and tremble from me.
Mikhail catches my lips with his, melding our mouths together with unmistakable desperation while he gradually quickens his pace, keeping me pinned to the mattress.
Everything else disappears while I feel drunk off the taste and feel of him, and nothing matters outside of the mutual pleasure and the promise of release ahead of us.
He groans as our breaths pick up, and the heat between our bodies becomes almost suffocating, letting me swallow up the sound. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine to concentrate on his pace.
“You feel so good…I’ll never get enough of you,” he breathes, jaw tightening through the strength of his movements. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me…”
His words continue, hardly registering while wave after wave of sensations course through me, both urging the moans from my lips and making my throat tighten in anticipation. Those almost unintelligible murmurs of his begin to sound like a prayer while he gives me everything I want through his thrusts.
My blood runs hot while my back arches into his hold, and I start to see stars behind my eyes.
“Please…more,” I manage to speak, nails digging into his skin, surely biting.
But even if it’s painful, Mikhail doesn’t care. He does exactly as I ask, moving faster and deeper like his life dependson it. He pants against my neck, driving his hips into mine again and again, turning into the embodiment of greed.
The depth he reaches inside me turns me into a mess while I moan and writhe, keening for the precipice I know only he can push me to. He knows my body in a way nobody else ever will, and I’m completely addicted to it.
Then, we’re both a tangle of limbs and sounds ringing with urgency, chasing after the high neither of us can get enough of.
“Christ, sweetheart,” Mikhail mutters against my lips, straining himself to push me closer to the edge. He swallows back another moan and doesn’t relent. “I can’t…I can’t hold on.”
The words sound almost helpless and full of tension; he’s waiting to release.
But the moment his fingers drop between us, tracing circles against my clit, I can’t wait either.
Undeniable pleasure shoots through me, undoing the coil within me to tip me over. My breath catches as my body tightens instinctively, and then, without warning, I writhe again, half burying my face in the pillow behind me. I cry out for him, feeling the full force of my orgasm in one hit.
Mikhail curses into my neck while his hold on me increases and his thrusts falter. Sinking into me one last time, he breaks, shuddering through his own euphoric bliss.
I cling to him while he lets us both ride it out, prolonging every sensation.
He’s careful not to put all of his weight on me while he braces his forearms on either side of my head, catching his breath in the crook of my neck.
My whole body is weightless, and I can’t think of anything but him and the way he knows my body so well. How Mikhail is so committed to my pleasure and is willing to put it above his own.
He’s unlike anyone I’ve met before, and I can’t ever get enough.
Chapter 30 - Mikhail
The bedroom is quiet, but not the stifling kind.
It’s the type that’s steady and light, carrying the warmth of everything we shared. It’s the calm silence after the rush of heat and energy we just expended, when our noise has died down, yet it still lingers in the distance.
Coming in on the tail-end of our lust, that softness clings to us while we cling to each other, soaking in the afterglow we’ve both become addicted to.
With my arm tucked beneath her neck and her body curled into mine, skin flushed and hair laid out behind her, my opposite hand stays on her waist. Her cheek rests against my chest, looking both tired and satisfied.
