Page 64 of The Russian's Kidnapped Bride
The moment his body presses against mine, free of all restrictions and boundaries, I shudder, and my fingers dig into his shoulders. The weight of his arousal is heavy and demands attention—demands release.
Feeling hot all over, I slide a hand down between us, letting my fingers brush along his length.
Mikhail tenses at the initial touch before relaxing into it and groaning into my mouth. He rocks his hips forward smoothly, pushing further into my grasp while I hold him. Astrangled sound escapes him, and he breaks the kiss to pull in shaken breaths against my neck.
“Jesus Christ…” he utters, making the same movement with his hips before grunting and grabbing both my wrists with a gentle grasp before holding them above my head, forcing me to let go of him.
My eyes open, surprised by it, while I look up at him, feeling our exchanged breaths.
Mikhail swallows hard with an effort to hold back, and he leans closer until our noses brush together. “If you kept that up, I wouldn’t last much longer.”
The words feel like a confession against my lips, chased by his mouth on mine.
I melt into it, not resisting, while he shifts his hold on me to keep both wrists in one hand, while the other rests on my thigh and eases it open again.
“I need you now,” he mumbles in between kisses, guiding himself closer until he rubs against me. “And I’ll never be ashamed to admit that.”
Only proving his point, Mikhail slowly presses forward, making us both gasp into the kiss. When he faces no resistance from me or my body, he keeps going, sliding into me with ease.
The breath catches in my throat, quickly shifting into a soft moan as those familiar, thrilling jolts swell the deeper he goes. The moment he fills me completely, I pant as I adjust to the overwhelming presence of him.
Something rumbles low in his chest while he holds that position a moment longer while he leaves open-mouthed kisses against my neck, further heightening every sensation. Themoment he releases my wrists again, my fingers dig into his shoulders.
The withdrawal of his hips pulls a whimper from my lips, and as he sinks in again, sparks of pleasure flash through me.
Our breaths and moans combine into one, encouraging them from each other while Mikhail slowly builds a rhythm, holding my hip and thigh at the same time.
There’s no use holding anything in—not while every thrust forces the sounds right out of me.
With a subtle shift in position, my back arches, and I groan, beginning to lose all sense of reality. None of it seems to matter, with how perfectly he caresses me inside and out, knowing exactly what I need at all times.
Despite swallowing them back at first, Mikhail’s grunts and ragged breaths slip from his lips while he keeps his body close, moving against me with practiced ease. His body surrounds me while urgency floods his system, turning each one of his movements more eager and needy.
The moans and unintelligible rambling accompany the rapid beating of my heart while I keep my head tipped back and soak in every drop of unbridled gratification. He’s the only thing on my mind, along with the tightening in my lower belly.
I never want it to end. I want those feelings to rush through me, again and again, to keep me suspended in a perpetual high. I want every moment to be full of the haze I can’t shake from my head.
But the edge approaches before I can hold it off as Mikhail thrusts deeper, hitting every perfect spot inside me. Over and over, he brushes against it, making my chest tighten and my legs shake.
With a shudder, I clench around him, burying my face in his neck while the tension finally snaps. My moans turn into shattered-sounding gasps while I cling to him, riding the wave of release.
He groans at the feeling, and his needy thrusts falter before he’s right behind me, gripping my thigh and the couch armrest. With his cheek pressed against my head, Mikhail grunts through his orgasm, breathing heavily.
Lost in nothing short of bliss, I lay there boneless while my heart syncs up with his, and I try to calm it.
Eventually, Mikhail carefully pulls out and shifts to the inside of the couch, pulling me in until I’m mostly lying on top of him.
With his arms around me, he presses a kiss to my forehead, letting his words ghost against my skin.
“If you still don’t believe how much I want this, then I have no qualms about proving it again and again…”
And I already know he isn’t bluffing.
Chapter 22 - Mikhail
The warehouse smells like smoke and blood as one of our trucks rolls in, and my mood immediately drops.
Another ambush—another partial robbery and a few of our guys injured, with one critical.
