Page 56 of Wicked Vow

When he picks me up this time and lifts me onto the bed, I don’t push him away. Instead, I reach for his shirt, pulling him closer, and I forget about how dangerous this is. I forget about anything except his mouth on mine and the way he feels against me, and I let myself get lost in him.

One more time.

Natalia

When my hands slide down his chest, I feel him stiffen, and I break away from the kiss, looking up at him in the moonlit darkness.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, and he nods, but when he reaches for his shirt and tugs it over his head, I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp.

His torso is red and bruised all over, from his ribs down to his hips and wrapping around, the flesh tender and swollen. I look up at him in shock, realizing that this must be from earlier, from the beating Viktor’s men must have given him.

“Mikhail, we can’t. Look at you–”

“I’m not going to let this stop me from having you one more time,” he whispers roughly. “If this is all I get,kotenok, they’d have to do a hell of a lot worse than this to make me give it up.”

I stare up at him, my throat suddenly tight with emotion. I want to take back everything I said earlier, to tell him that we can try, that I want to be with him–that we can leave right now if he wants. But I know I have to be stronger than that.

We can have tonight, but I have to make a life without him. I have to know what it’s like to just beme.

“You’re sure?” I whisper, my fingers stroking against his bare flesh just below his collarbones, where he’s unhurt. “I want this to feel good for you, too–”

“Oh, trust me,kotenok,” he murmurs, his voice a low, lustful growl as he lowers his mouth to mine again. “I’d have to be fucking dead to not feel pleasure when I’m with you.”

His mouth slants over mine, hot and hungry, his teeth grazing over my lower lip as he sucks it into his mouth. I can feel his urgency, one hand on my hip as he grinds against my thigh, his cock straining against his jeans–but I can feel that he wants to make it last, too.

We both know this is it. This is all we get–maybe forever. Neither of us wants to forget it anytime soon.

His mouth slides away from mine, his lips trailing a line along my jaw to the lobe of my ear, his teeth grazing lightly before his mouth brushes over the column of my throat. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, arching beneath him as he makes a slow, lazy trail down to my collarbone, nipping at me there as he goes lower still.

He reaches for the edge of my tank top, pushing it up, his hands skimming lightly over my skin as he strips it away, and I let him. There’s no stopping him now–and I don’t want t.

“I want to memorize every inch of your body,kotenok,” Mikhail whispers as his mouth sweeps over the top of my breast, his hand cupping it, squeezing lightly as his tongue flicks over my stiffening nipple. “I want to only ever remember you.”

“If someone wakes up–”

“It’s two in the morning,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue again as my hand balls in the sheet, and I struggle not to make too much noise. “No one is going to wake up. It’s just you and me,kotenok. No one else will find us.”

I have to believe that’s true, because there’s no stopping now. I couldn’t, no matter what. I’m aching for him in a way that’s almost painful, my entire body tight and pulsing with need, and I squirm beneath him as he licks and bites at one nipple and then the other, his hands caressing my breasts with something approaching reverence as he kneels between my legs, his hands moving to my waist as his lips drag down the flat of my belly. His fingers hook in the satin waistband of the silky pajama shorts, dragging them down my hips, down my legs, tossing them aside as his eyes heat at the side of me entirely bare for him.

He’s never touched me quite like this before. There’s no violence in his touch, not even a demand, other than that of a man desperate to savor every inch of me before there’s no time left. All I can feel ishim, his need, and his desire, and it changes everything. It makes me want to tell him how I feel too, how I’vebeenfeeling, how unsure I am of everything, and how I wish that he didn’t have to leave when this is over.

But I know I can’t say it out loud.

My hips arch upwards as his mouth reaches the apex of my thighs, his hands gripping the soft inner flesh, spreading my legs wide for him. “I dreamed about this,” he whispers hoarsely, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. “The taste of you–”

His tongue traces a path along the crease of my thigh, making me shudder and gasp. My fingers drag through his hair as he slides his hands inwards, holding my legs open while his fingers spread my pussy for his tongue. I have to press my other palm over my mouth to keep from moaning aloud in pleasure as I feel his tongue trace my inner folds, sliding upwards toward where I need it the most.

I close my eyes tightly, arching against his mouth as his tongue finds my clit, licking in slow circles as he groans against me, the vibrations running over my skin. Nothing has ever felt so good–no one has ever known how to do this so perfectly, exactly where I want him, the pleasure spiking in an instant as I gasp.

His fingers press against my entrance as his tongue slides over my clit, soft and slow at first, his fingertips just teasing me, the promise of filling me up where I’m hollow and aching. I want more, but he holds back, pushing me slowly closer and closer to the edge as I squirm beneath him, forgetting everything in the onslaught of pleasure.

“You taste so good,” he whispers as he pulls back to breathe for a moment, his ice-blue eyes looking up at me from between my thighs exactly as I’d fantasized in my apartment in Moscow, what feels like a lifetime ago. “I can never get enough of you,kotenok.”

He presses his mouth against me again, tight and wet and warm, two fingers pushing into me as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I can feel my entire body tighten in the instant before the orgasm crashes over me.

I twist my face into the pillow, biting it to keep from screaming, my hips arching up and grinding against his face as I come hard on his tongue, twisting and writhing beneath him. I feel his fingers curl inside of me, stroking, thrusting, matching the fluttering rhythm of his tongue as he sucks on my clit, and I feel as if I’m coming apart at the seams. It feels so good–toogood almost, and I claw at the sheets with one hand, the fingers of the other digging into his scalp, my whole world centered on Mikhail between my thighs, eating my pussy like a starving man.

He doesn’t stop. My orgasm doesn’t even have a chance to recede before I feel him pressing a third finger into me, scissoring them together, stretching me, and thrusting as he keeps up his onslaught on my clit, driving me into a second climax before I can even really come down from the first. The muscles in my thighs are tense and tight, my hands clawing at the bed, my face pressed into the pillow as I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, the pleasure almost too much.

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