Page 42 of The Russian's Kidnapped Bride
In unison, our breath hitches, and my eyes slide shut. Gripping him tight, I use him as an anchor while every nerve ending within me is triggered, while he fills me.
Pressing his face against my neck, Mikhail groans as I’m dropped to his hilt, and his grip on me tightens. Those shaky breaths send even more shivers down my spine.
We both pause, taking in those addictive, familiar sensations. It almost feels like that night after the club again, but this time, it’s more charged. There’s more behind our mutual need.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs before adjusting his hold on me and slowly guiding my hips, easing me up, then back down again.
Catching on to the motion, using the back of the chair as leverage, something between a whimper and a moan passes my lips while I move above him. It forces intense shockwavesthrough me, both making my legs shake and giving me the motivation I need to keep going.
The barely-there moans from him—the ones he can’t hold back—are enough to help me take control, gauging a natural rhythm for myself.
I move up and down his shaft, basking in the near-blinding heat exchanged between our bodies. Even if I’ve felt him inside me before, this is different. This is beyond intense.
It doesn’t take long for us to both get lost in it while his hands guide me, allowing me to set the pace and change it all I want. He leans back in the chair, grip on me tightening while he looks so close to breaking already, doing his best to hold on.
That new-found bravery pushes me on, filling me with more sensations and making that tension build up inside me.
It’s so intense that I can’t stop. I can’t stop, even while my thighs start to shake again, and my body tightens around him. Not even while those familiar sparks give away just how close I am.
With a groan, Mikhail tightens his grip on me while he claims my lips roughly. “You look like a goddess above me…and I’ll never get enough.”
Before I can say anything, he moves his hips, thrusting into me at a faster pace that has me seeing nothing but white.
My moans pitch higher, losing control of the rhythm while he takes over, forcing us both closer to the edge.
Before I can stop it, the second release comes in fast, clenching and unclenching until I’m shaking again.
Our sounds mix while his breaths pick up, and the room suddenly feels devoid of oxygen. It’s so hot, so incredibly thick with tension.
Then that dam in me breaks, and I grip his shoulders tightly while I give in, tipping over the finish line. I cry out for him, throat going raw while my orgasm hits me like a punch.
Mikhail groans against my throat, thrusting hard and fast before his thighs twitch, and he follows right behind me.
His arms tighten around my midsection while he grunts and floods me with warmth, not letting me pull away for even a moment.
I try to register my surroundings, but I can’t. I feel completely weightless while that pleasant fog fills my mind.
What had been a room buzzing with near-desperate energy turns suddenly quiet, punctuated only by our heavy breaths.
Even with the release, finally letting go of that agonizing, confusing tangle of emotions between us, that clarity is still out of reach, allowing me to sit in that blissfully unaware state even longer.
It may have been wrong, but in the aftermath, it feels so right.
With Mikhail’s strong hold on me, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Chapter 14 - Mikhail
Lily leaves the bed, bare feet hitting the floor like the whole building is on fire.
Regardless of how quiet she tries to be, attempting not to wake me, my eyes are already open—somewhat hazy, but open. For the first time since that night at the club, I feel genuinely content.
She moves quickly while wearing my shirt as if trying to pretend like last night didn’t happen, like we didn’t give in once again.
But I know better than that.
After our stint in the office, we barely made it back before her dress was pulled off and tossed over the ottoman at the foot of the bed, where it rests still. Her hair and makeup are a mess, smeared and tangled from where I had been.
And even so, despite the evidence of what we did to each other, she’s trying to remain composed like it were just another mistake. Like her body wasn’t saying something completely different last night.
