Page 34 of Mikhail Petrov

Not anymore. Not ever.

Kicking the bathroom door open, I place her on the vanity, tossing aside the damn coat. Next is her shirt, followed quickly by the black bra.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” (I love you.) I say, covering her nipple with my mouth.

Nails against my scalp, she tips her head back and releases the sweetest little moan. I’ve never forgotten the way she sang for me. It’s stayed imprinted in my memories through the years as torment.

“I love you, too,” she whispers, winding her legs around my torso and pulling me in as I kiss down her body, teeth and tongue savoring every inch.

“What did you say out there earlier? You want me to do what?” My questions go unanswered, replaced by a gasp when I bite down on her tight nipple.

“Shit...” she whines as my teeth mark the other.

“Say it,” I growl, hand around her throat.

Leah locks eyes with me and grins. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Make me cry... then do it again.”

As much as I want to take my time worshiping her the way she deserves, tearing her apart is precisely what we both need. I’ve gone too fucking long without this woman.

My clothes fall to the floor next to hers.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could ask for that I won’t give you,” I say, her hair clutched in my hand. “That’s the power you have over me, pretty girl. Only you.”

“So shut up and fuck me already.” She chuckles over my lips and strokes my cock firm and slow, forcing me to double over and bite down on her shoulder.

“I need you to know that you’re mine.” I lift one of her legs and then the other, her feet on the vanity, as I indulge my eyes in her beautiful cunt, open and dripping for me. “You’re going to be my wife.” Pressing my thumb to her clit, I rub tight circles. “Have my babies.”

“Fuck...Mikhail.” She gasps when I push two fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her tremble.

“You’re going to be my queen, Leah.”

I lick up her wet slit, and her thighs shake around my head as I devour her like the sweetest goddamn fruit.

“I’m taking you home with me. Not another day without you, my love.”

She bucks her hips with every stroke, sharp nails piercing my scalp. I could die between her legs, but I need to claim what’s mine. Throwing her knee over my shoulder and pressing one last kiss to her swollen pussy, I straighten and align myself at her entrance.

“Do it,” she begs, rocking forward.

“My pretty girl, begging me to fuck her.” As I slide inside, she hisses, body stiffening slightly as I spread her open. “God, I missed you.”

Smoothing my hands under her ass, I angle her toward me. “Just like that,” I rasp, bottoming out inside her and stilling for a moment as I regain my composure. She’s so goddamn tight that it feels like her pussy is choking my dick. “This sweet cunt was made for me.”

Home.

Everything falls into place.

The chase is over.

I slam into her at a steady rhythm, and she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Mikhail... God, I love you.”

I make a mental note to keep my hair long for her, relishing the delicious sting of her fingers as she clutches harder the closer she rises to her release. Our mouths collide in desperate need, teeth clashing as we fight to consume the other first.

More.

Pulling out, I grip her hips and allow her a whine at the loss of contact because it’s fucking music to my black soul.

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