Page 21 of Hunt Me
“Ty uznayesh’, chto ya beru to, chto khochu, milyy angel. I tvoya kiska moya.”
His words were deep, his tone husky, and while I longed to know what he’d said to me, I was too lost in the sweet haze once again.
I wanted to admit to him that no man had ever given me two orgasms from licking me, but that would be a lie. I’d never experienced even a single one. Not ever. I was so lost in the moment I hung my head, counting the stars floating in my eyes. They were so beautiful. My body hummed like a live wire as he added his fingers beside his tongue.
His warm breath tickled the inside of my thigh and for a few seconds I could do nothing more than pant. The sheets were bunched up all around me, yet I ripped at them continuously as he feasted a second time. It was as if the man couldn’t get his fill.
As before, I wasn’t expecting the second orgasm to sweep through me so quickly or with so much explosive energy. I threw my head back and there was no way to keep from issuing a sharp cry. The pleasure was just too intense.
While I was still floating, he caressed my back and I sensed he’d lifted his head. He crushed his body over mine, pinning mein place. After a few seconds, I heard his whispered words and wanted nothing more than for them to be true.
“I said that you will learn I take what I want and that your pussy is mine. But I misspoke.”
“You did?”
“Every inch of you belongs to me.”
CHAPTER 5
Mikhail
I’d just made a declaration, something I rarely did unless it was issuing a warning to an unwanted guest or business associate who hadn’t learned how powerful of a man I’d become.
To those who betrayed me, I made promises. They were entirely different, filling the traitor with absolute terror.
In laying claim to a woman I didn’t know, I’d set the tone for what could be a sticky situation. The women I’d dated had longed for and waited to hear me expressing such a sentiment. At that point, they’d be planning a two-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding with an extended worldwide excursion for a honeymoon.
At least that would make my father happy.
Somehow, I sensed the raven-haired beauty was different.
She obviously cared little about my wealth or status, even mocking me. I craved to grill my sister on every aspect of themysterious woman. One thing was clear: our connection held an air of danger. She was at least fifteen years younger, far too innocent for a man like me.
Yet the thought of robbing her innocence had awakened a beast created years before. I not only wanted to claim her, I wanted to mark her as mine for all the world to see.
There was a surreal sense about her that I couldn’t pinpoint. She was wary of the world around her, yet eager to experience the joys and even sorrows every day could bring. Was she as worldly as so many of the woman I’d taken to bed had purported themselves to be?
Absolutely not.
She was innocent, perhaps even vulnerable, yet with a strength that was different than I’d expected or had experienced.
Perhaps that’s why I’d been so attracted to her in the first place.
And she certainly was beautiful, exquisite in every sense of the word. Her gorgeous violet eyes alone had managed to hypnotize me.
Now, with the taste of her sweet pussy lingering on my tongue, my appetite for her had become ravenous. As I pulled away from holding her still while I issued my proclamation, I lowered my gaze, unable to contain a possessive growl.
She was truly perfect in every way, built for a man’s hands. Correction, my hands, and mine alone. My possessiveness seemed to have no bounds. That also wasn’t like me. When I’d sat down at the table, my interest had been on the surface, a nugget of enjoyment to end the evening on a high note. Withinseconds, she’d piqued more than my interest and the hunger I’d driven deep inside.
She’d ignited something much deeper.
Perhaps I was overestimating my feelings for her, yet I planned on fulfilling my promise made.
I would devour every inch and allow her to experience true passion perhaps for the first time in her life. Was I an egotistical pig? Yes, but right now I was eager to continue pleasing her.
Another first.
As I slipped my arm around her waist, her breath came in short gasps. I rolled my hand down her belly, shifting my fingers between her legs. She was so wet and her scent had already filled my nostrils. As she wiggled against me, I pressed my cock against her bruised bottom. My control was slipping, the need to feel her pussy muscles wrapped around my cock becoming painful.
