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My chest tightens at his words, almost softening the pain. I knew the first time would not be an easy ride, especially not with a man like Mikhail.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust before he pulls back and slams inside me. A scream tears from my throat, and then his hand is there, a suffocating weight over my mouth.

A wave of unfamiliar sensations—a strange blend of agony and ecstasy—consumes me, overwhelming my mind, body, and soul. I forget that I’m in a forest, bare to the world.

I push aside the reality of his absent lips, the unscented air, and the complete void of romance.

No. This is better. It’s raw. It’s dark and dirty. It’s very us.

Gasping for air, I feel the burning in my lungs before he releases my mouth and presses firmly between my shoulderblades, drawing my body closer to his as he intensifies his movements.

Until I see stars in my vision.

Holy fuck. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?

CHAPTER 21

MIKHAIL

Her cries echoin my ears, a beautiful sound. I hate that I have to press my palm over her mouth to muffle them. I’m so deep in her I can’t have anyone turning up and ruining this moment. Fuck. I slam into her with everything I have. Over and over. Ruining her for any other man with each thrust. I’m just waiting to unleash inside her. To fill her up and make her mine.

My wife. I won’t ever be letting her go.

I groan, my release about to explode. The moment her walls start to strangle my cock, I lose it.

Pulling my hand away from her mouth, I slide it up the back of her hair and tug from the roots. A feral scream rips from her lips.

I dig my fingers into her hips, clasping her in place as I fuck her to the point I spill inside her. Her name comes out as a groan. I slow the pace, making sure she milks every last drop from me and my cock is twitching inside her.

“Shit, iskorka. Your pussy is so fucking tight, almost feels like you’ve never been fucked by a real man before,” I say almost breathlessly, and slap her ass.

“Jesus, Miki.”

She rests the side of her face against the tree and her body sags.

Taking a few deep breaths, I stay where I am, enjoying her warmth as I get my heart rate back to a non deadly pace.

“That’s because I haven’t. Not by a real man. Not by any man. Just you.”

My heart almost stops.

I blink rapidly, processing her words in my post orgasm state.

Just me? No. She has to be fucking with me. The woman is gorgeous.

She was begging for me. She wanted this out here. She made me chase her.

“Don’t lie to me, Ana.”

“I-I’m not,” she says softly, with almost a hint of guilt lacing her words.

No, no, no. I shake my head. Speechless, I don’t have words.

I slowly pull myself out of her and look down at the streaks of crimson coating my cock.

“Fuck. Ana.” I hiss, rubbing my hand over my face.

Part of me is turned on, knowing I claimed her virginity. That I’m the only man who will ever get to feel how perfect she is. The only one for the rest of her life that will get to feel her.

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