Page 41 of Forced Marriage Vows

I blink, having a hard time understanding, especially with his piercing gaze on me.“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“Your clothes, Anastasia. Take them off.”

I’m not a shy person. I’ve always been proud of my body, but right now I feel oddly self-conscious due to the way he’s looking at me. Mikhail notices the blush on my cheeks. He smiles before leaning forward and brushing a thumb across my cheek.

“You’re beautiful, Anastasia. Every inch of you is perfect to me. Every inch of you drives me crazy,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“How crazy?” I ask on a soft breath.

“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”

This time I do as he asked, removing the skirt and thong I’m wearing. Mikhail smiles before climbing onto the bed. He starts placing kisses along my body, starting at my ankle and moving all the way up to my thighs.

“I want to taste you so bad,solnyshko,” he says, his voice filled with yearning.

I lie flat on my back, anticipation coiling through me. “Go ahead.”

I squirm when he kisses my inner thigh. Fuck, I need his mouth on me right now. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on the brink of ruin. He chuckles and I feel his breath against my sex, so close to where I need him and yet so far away.

Chills roll up every surface of my body when his tongue breaches my center. I come alive under his attention, hungry for everything he has to give me and even more after that.

“Oh god,” I moan.

I run my hands over his hair, down his face, needing to touch him. To feel more of him.

He latches on to my clit with his tongue, sucking until I’m a whimpering mess. My hands fall from his face and fist the sheets tightly, trying to keep a firm grasp on reality, but it’s too late. I’m so far gone.

His fingers join his tongue, pumping in and out of me until all either of us can hear are my cries of pleasure.

“Oh my—fuck yes! Just like that,” I cry out.

He hums his acknowledgment, sending a buzzing sensation over my pussy.

“I-I’m going to come,” I tell him on a short gasp.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he abruptly stops.

“Not without saying my name,solnyshko,” he says softly.

My teeth clench. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Say my name, Anastasia,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing over my pussy.

“Make me.”

A devilish smirk crosses his lips. “You asked, sweetheart.”

He dives back in and in no time at all I’m right back to where I was before he cut me off, writhing and moaning as he takes me to an edge I’ve never been to before. But again, he intentionally cuts me off right before I can fall over it.

“You asshole!” I yell.

“You know exactly how to make it stop,” he drawls. “Just say my name, baby.”

My legs start to shake and my back practically levitates off the bed. “Fuck, Mikhail,” I scream, using the last bit of my energy to give him what he wants.

I’m coming in the next breath and he continues to lap at my pussy, sucking and fucking me to oblivion. He gives my pussy one final swipe before kissing my inner thigh and sitting back on his haunches. Very slowly, his tongue darts out to slide over his lips.

“How was that,solnyshko?” he asks with a self-satisfied smirk.

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