Page 58 of Wicked Vow

“Mykotenok,” he whispers when he sinks inside of me that last inch, buried in me to the hilt. His hands on my wrists loosen, and I open my eyes, startled as his fingers lace through mine, holding my hands as he rocks against me, filling me up entirely. “My Natalia.”

I could say that I’m not his, but I don’t. At the very least, it wouldn’t be true at this moment. Right now, Iamhis, entirely and completely, and I gasp as he deepens the kiss, moving inside of me with slow strokes that take my breath away with each one.

I don’t want him to ever stop. He feels so good, and I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper with every thrust, my hands squeezing around his as I feel him grind against my clit, pushing me slowly toward a third orgasm.

“Mikhail–” I breathe his name against his lips, arching into him, my breasts rubbing against his chest, sparks of pleasure rippling over my skin. I hear his low groan, and I know this must be hurting him at least a little. He took a beating tonight, a hard one, and I know he must be feeling it with every movement, every thrust.

But he wants me too much to stop. And I know how that feels now.

“Once won’t be enough,” he murmurs against my lips, thrusting into me again, his forehead pressed to mine. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up, Natalia. As many times as I can, before I have to leave. This isn’t enough–”

Even tonight won’t be enough. My heart aches, knowing this is it, but I push it out of my head. “Don’t think about it right now,” I whisper as I untangle my hands from his, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair as I kiss him again. “Just think about this.”

“Think about us,” I whisper as he kisses me again, as he sinks into me, every slow stroke of his cock better than the one before. I want to lose myself in him, in us, and I feel the pleasure climbing as he thrusts harder, faster, losing control as it overtakes us both.

I cling to him as he surges inside of me, his mouth hard on mine, teeth sliding over my lower lip, and I fall apart in his arms as I feel the hot rush of his cum filling me, his cock hard as iron as he swells and throbs deep inside of me, until I’m sure I’ll never be able to forget how he feels even if I wanted to.

I don’t. I never will.

He’s still kissing me as his thrusts slow, holding himself inside of me as we lie there, his hand smoothing my hair away from my face. He whispers my name against my lips, his body pressed to mine, and at that moment, I don’t know how I’m ever going to let him walk away.

I never knew it could be like this between us. Now that I do, I don’t know how I’m ever going to let it go.

I thought the hardest thing I’d ever have to do was escape him.

Now it’s going to be letting him leave.

Mikhail

Ican’t let her go.

I feel frantic with the need to stay close to her, even buried inside of her, as close to her as I can possibly be. I bury my hands in her hair, kissing her again and again as I rock inside of her, the heat of her searing into me as I try to memorize the way she feels.

She’s still gripping my softening cock, fluttering around me with the aftershocks of her orgasm, sending tingles of pleasure down my spine. My entire body hurts, aches, and has been battered beyond belief, but I almost don’t notice it. I will later, that’s for sure. But right now, all I can think about is her.

“I need more,” I murmur against her lips, and I reach for her, holding her against me as I roll onto my back, keeping her astride my hips so that I don’t slip out of her. “I can’t leave yet.”

This is insane, I know. It’s fucking dangerous beyond belief. If Viktor catches me here with her, hewillkill me; I have no doubt of that. He might even do it slowly, just out of sheer rage at how quickly I defied him again. He’d want to teach me a lesson for that–I’m almost sure of it. But I can’t bring myself to care.

I hadn’t really thought I’d convince her to run away with me tonight. But I’d had to try. I’d had to know if there was a chance.

And I’d had to be with her one more time. I’d known at the club that she wanted it as much as I did. But for the first time, I was also sure that I wouldn’t force her.

It had to be her that wanted it, too, or it meant nothing.

Tonight felt like erasing the past. Even as she presses her hands against the uninjured flesh of my chest and bends to kiss me, I know that it isn’t erased, not entirely. Maybe not at all. She might forgive me, but she can’t forget what I did. And I can understand that.

I just need a little more. More to remember. More to keep me going, until I’ve worn out everything I have, every memory of her in the darkness, her warmth and her sweetness and her fire.

Her hips rock atop mine, her knees pressed into my sides, against bruised and battered skin, but I don’t care. If I could take the pain before, when it wasonlypain, I can take it now, when there’s so much pleasure too. I can feel myself getting hard again, swelling inside of her, filling her up. She’s drenched, wet from her own arousal and my cum. I pull her down onto my chest, ignoring the swollen bruises on my stomach as I hold her against me, my hands in her hair as I kiss her again.

I fucking love her.

No one else would have been brave enough to stand up to Viktor for me. No one else would have been forgiving enough to ask for my life, after what I did. No one else would have been strong enough to tell me no, when I’d asked her to walk away from everything and come with me. And no one else has ever wanted me enough to still take me to bed, after all of that, willing and eager, and let me forget about all of it for just a little while.

I want to tell her everything I feel. But I know why she doesn’t want to hear it. It would make it harder for her, make her own feelings more complicated–and haven’t I made all of it hard enough already?

So instead, I show her. I can still taste her on my lips, but I want more of her–more of her pleasure, the sweet sounds she makes, the taste and scent of her. I let her move atop me, slow and sensual, for a long time, until I’m swollen and rigid inside of her, throbbing with the need to fill her with my cum again–and then I lift her off of my cock, ignoring her squeak of protest as I move her up my body until she’s straddling my face.

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