Page 103 of Born in Depravity

He seamlessly skimmed his lips lightly, touching me, then not, then touching me again, driving me insane. My arms tightened around him a fraction when he did it again, and I let out a small, frustrated groan.

He pressed his smile against my lips before pulling away just a millimeter. “Open your mouth for me,kotyonok. Let me in.”

I gasped from his words, and Mikhail took full advantage and pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned.

The feel of his soft, velvety, hot,wettongue gliding against mine was an unfamiliar feeling, but not unpleasant. Not at all.

In fact, I quickly became addicted. I moved myself closer to him, until not a single inch of space could be found between our bodies—and fuck, it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to crawl inside him. I wanted to become a permanent part of him. Surely, I would be safer that way.

Mikhail was a strong man.

A bigger man.

A monster of a man, even more so than my own father, and I was beginning to see that wasn’t such a bad thing. Not at all.

He could protect me.

I wanted so fucking much to be protected by him. So much so, I was shaking with desperation from the thought alone.

He deepened the kiss, his fingers digging into the flesh on my waist. He might leave a bruise there.

I didn’t fucking mind it.

He could mark me any way he wanted, as long as he kept kissing me like this. Just likethis.

He pulled away and I could feel my chest push against him with every choking breath I took in and let out. My fingers ran through the soft strands of his blond hair. Never in a million years did I think I would be touching him like this, but now that I was …

I tightened my grip, pulling on it.

I didn’t want to let him go.

“Kiss me back, baby girl.”

Then he kissed me again, only this time I hesitantly moved my tongue inside his mouth, trying to mimic all he had done before. I didn’t know how much I succeeded, but he groaned, the sound vibrating against me, letting waves and waves of pleasure wash over me.

I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip, and he made that sound again.

Fuck, but it was a powerful feeling.

Mikhail took over the kiss soon after. He slid his tongue against mine, making me go a little bit insane with every soft, calculated touch.

I was getting lightheaded.

He pulled away once more, resting his forehead against my own. I kept my eyes closed, afraid to open them. Afraid to go back to a terrible, dark reality in which Mikhail didn’t kiss me like this.

Please, don’t let this be a dream.

He made a small low noise in the back of his throat before he pressed one last hard kiss against my lips.

I clung to him.

I didn’t want to let him go, and Mikhail probably knew what I was thinking because he lay back down on the bed, pulling me on top of him and the covers over us.

Safe.

I was safe like this.

The last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that I didn’t want to let him go.

I didn’t want to letthemgo.

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