Page 37 of Mikhail Petrov

Even when my lungs burn and plead for oxygen, I can’t pull away. The need to break him with my name on his lips is worth the fire that claws up my throat.

I dig my nails into his thighs and feel him stiffen with every thrust. I know he’s close. I just need to push a little more. Tears gather in my eyes, not just because I’m taking him to the limit but because the years of hurt and longing are gone.

He’s mine.

“My love,” he says on a ragged breath, lifting me above the surface. “Don’t drown on me.” I lean into him, my hand taking the place of my mouth while I catch my breath and whisper over his lips. “If I had to die choking on your cock, I’d die the happiest fucking woman on the planet.”

“Oh, shit, baby...come here.” His kiss is hungry, painful, and delicious. I lose myself momentarily, giving just as good and hard as he is. But when I try to pull away, he protests, so I surprise him by tightening my fingers and squeezing the pressure points just below his jaw.

Mikhail grins, and his eyelids drop, pretty mouth parted as he’s coming undone between my hand on his throat and the other around his cock. While I love when he’s in control of my body, bending and breaking me to his will, the sight of this man dominated by my touch drives me absolutely fucking feral. I’d leak down my legs if my body weren’t submerged underwater.

“You’re going to come for me. I want every drop,” I rasp, biting and tugging his lip.

He nods and lets his head roll back as I dip and take him into my mouth. Both hands clutch my hair, and he bucks his hips, fucking my face.

I love you.

More.

Reaching down, I slip my fingers over my clit, stroking to the rhythm of Mikhail’s thrusts until hot spurts of his cum slide down my throat. His grip tightens as he rides the high, and black dots my vision as I climb and crest along with him.

My body is weak from lack of air, and shudders rolling through me, I begin to sink.

But Mikhail’s strong arms pull me above the surface and against his heaving chest, where I lay my head and relearn how to breathe.

“You can die a happy woman with my cock in your mouth one day when we’re old and gray, but not today.”

I chuckle weakly and press a kiss to his neck. “Deal.”

The night is quiet, and we sit in each other’s arms, letting the heat of the water keep us warm. Being here with him, like this, is almost like a dream.

“What happens tomorrow?”

Mikhail kisses the top of my head. He knows I’m not talking about the drop. My fears lie in the world beyond this place, waiting to tear us apart.

“Tomorrow, you’re mine. Always mine.”

He shifts me and kisses along my shoulder. “I want you to trust me. There’s no going back. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you that the only way we’ll ever be apart again is in death.”

Goosebumps explode over my skin as he trails snow down my chest and between my breasts.

“Even then, I’ll come find you.”

“You promise?” I whisper, closing my eyes as the exquisite sensation of ice rolls around my nipple.

“Always.”

He laps at the hard peak, warming my skin with his tongue.

“Feels so good,” I say, reaching back, my fingers in his hair. “More.”

Another small clump of snow traces my breast, circling and forcing my head to loll on his shoulder.

“You’re not the only one willing to die happy.” Mikhail slides from beneath me and flips me over, pushing my chest onto the snowy deck. “I can’t think of a better way to atone for my sins than getting there through your sweet cunt.”

CHAPTER 18

LEAH

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