Chapter 14 Anika
ANIKA
I didn’t think anything could feel as good as Miko’s mouth between my thighs, but as his fingertips brush across the most sensitive point at the apex of my sex, I nearly levitate out of my body.
And when he parts my folds with two thick, calloused digits, an electrical current blasts through my core.
A moan rushes from me, and Miko greedily swallows the sound, his kisses growing more fervent, as if my pleasure is turning him on.
The possibility unleashes butterflies in my stomach, and suddenly, a molten anticipation melts me from the inside out.
It would seem that my entire body has come to life with my first orgasm, and now, every touch is exponentially more stimulating.
So, when Miko collects my slickness on his fingertips to swirl them over my dangerously sensitive clit, it lights my veins on fire.
He draws circles relentlessly between my thighs, and a ball of tension draws tight inside me, like a rubber band on the brink of snapping.
It’s not the anxious kind of tension that leaves me feeling stressed and nauseous.
Instead, that same tingling anticipation his lips awoke crackles beneath my skin.
Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I register that I’ve experienced the building excitement before, but my brain is working on overdrive, trying to comprehend the sensation overload, so I don’t recognize the signs that would tell me how close to the edge I am.
Then he slides two fingers inside me.
“Miko!” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders for dear life as an explosion of euphoria blasts through me.
My body pulses around the intrusion in a way I never knew it could, milking him, inviting him further in.
That same throbbing relief pounds between my legs as I come for the second time in my life just minutes after my first.
“Cazzo,” Miko growls, the Italian profanity sounding dangerously sexy on his lips. “I love it when you say my name, topolina. Do it again.”
Being called a little mouse shouldn’t turn me on like it does, but just the way Miko says it—like the nickname alone is a sensual caress—sends goosebumps rippling down my spine.
Right now, I would do anything to make him touch me like he is.
“Miko,” I moan, lifting my head off the pillow to bring our lips back together.
The deep, rumbling sound of satisfaction he releases is dangerously close to a snarl, and yet it awakens a hunger in me I’ve never felt before.
“I’m going to make you scream it all night long,” he growls, his hips grinding forward and trapping his hand between us.
His fingers slide deeper inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit, and stars explode across my vision.
The pleasure is so intense, I can’t hold still.
My breaths come in ragged bursts, rushing past my lips and into his. But he doesn’t seem to care.
He devours me like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, his tongue adamant, his teeth playful, his lips inviting.
After the night I lost my virginity to Pyotr, I never thought I could be capable of wanting sex.
But suddenly, I’m aching to find out what it would feel like to have Miko inside me.
I haven’t forgotten just how thick and long he looked in the shower, and a sliver of anxiety trickles into my veins at the thought of having all nine inches of him thrusting relentlessly into my body.
But if he can make me feel as good as he has with his mouth and fingers, maybe sex with Miko won’t be so horrible.
And I want to find out.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Miko slowly draws his fingers out of my hot center, flicking them tantalizingly across my clit before he brings them to his mouth.
He licks them clean of the glistening juices. Christ, no man has a right to look so sexy.
His blue eyes crackle with an electric heat that makes my pulse race.
His full lips, framed by perfectly trimmed dark stubble, curve into a cocky smirk, and he leans in to nip my lower lip, tugging it from between my teeth.
I hadn’t even realized I was biting it, but I have to admit—I like it a lot more when he does.
Then he rocks back on his heels to hook his thumbs inside the waist of his boxers.
Despite my curiosity to know what it will feel like, a spike of fear lances my chest as he pushes the last stitch of clothing down his thighs, revealing his impressive cock once again.
It’s even larger now that it’s fully erect, and a bead of precum glistens on his tip, inviting me to lick it like an ice cream cone.
I know from my time married to Pyotr that if I take him in my mouth right now, he’ll most likely be content to come down my throat instead.
If this were Pyotr, I would jump at the opportunity to get this over with.
He was never gentle with me, and a sore throat was far more tolerable than the anxiety that followed after he finished inside me.
I couldn’t stand the idea of bringing a child into this world, not with a father like him.
An involuntary shudder rushes through me at the thought, and I push the emotion down, burying it deep so it won’t ruin the moment.
It can’t for long. Because this hunger Miko has awakened in me burns beneath my skin, leaving me feeling uncharacteristically reckless.
And the sight of him, naked, chiseled, and utterly perfect, is enough to drive me to distraction.
Every inch of him is solid, masculine strength, from his broad shoulders and muscular chest to his washboard abs that taper to a trim waist.
Two deep lines form a V that points straight to the source of his masculinity, and my mouth goes dry as he grasps the base of it with one strong hand and strokes the silky tip between my folds.
“You ready for me, topolina?” he rasps, even his voice deep and manly.
Sure that it will come out a squeak if I try to talk, all I do is nod, swallowing hard as my heart races. Miko leans in once more, bracing on one forearm as he positions his swollen tip at my wet entrance.
Adrenaline surges through my veins like cold coffee. I’ve never felt more awake, and suddenly, I’m terrified that his ability to light up all my nerve endings might only make this more painful.
Tonight, I don’t think I can hide away and pretend it isn’t happening. I’m going to feel everything.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it,” he purrs against the shell of my ear, his warm breath tickling across my skin.
It makes my nipples pucker, and my core clenches, twitching against his silken cockhead.
“I’m ready,” I whisper, shocking myself.
Miko seals his lips to mine in a searing kiss, and then he presses inside of me, slowly, inch by inch. A gasp rushes from me as tingling electricity crackles up my spine.
Holy hell, he’s big.
And yet, it doesn’t hurt at all.
I’m so wet, he’s sliding easily inside me, stretching me, filling me like I’ve never been filled before.
“Christ, you feel good,” he growls, the strain in his voice sending a jolt through my body that turns my core molten.
I whimper, unable to find my words as my aching channel tightens around him. Miko groans.
Dropping his forehead to the pillow beside me, he releases his cock, bracing on both his forearms now as his hips roll forward.
Plunging the rest of the way inside me, he pauses buried to the hilt. A cry rushes past my lips.
I’ve never felt so utterly full, and it feels sinfully good.
Miko showers light kisses on my lips, my jaw, my throat, triggering all the most sensitive points as he slowly starts to rock.
Liquid relief washes out to my fingers and toes, excitement building in my core.
I wrap my arms around him, drawn to his strength, his heat, and press my fingers into the thick cords of muscle lining his spine.
He moves closer in response, his soft chest hair brushing across my sensitive nipples, his abs flexing against me with each slow thrust.
Every delicious, tantalizing roll of his hips sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
The friction of our bodies coming together stimulates me until I’m ready to cry.
I’ve never known a feeling like this before.
It’s not just the pleasure of how Miko touches me.
It’s like he’s found a direct line to my very soul.
I never knew sex could feel so good. Pyotr never seemed to care about my needs, and after a while, I stopped feeling desire at all, so to say my mind is blown just wouldn’t do it justice.
If this is what sex with Miko is like, I could get used to it. No, I could get addicted.
“Oh god!” I gasp, my back arching up off the bed as I feel like I’m hovering on the edge of a precipice, just seconds from falling.
“Come for me, Anika,” Miko commands, his deep voice rich with authority.
Right now, my body would obey him anything, and I scream his name as I launch into oblivion.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as my body feels weightless, almost numb with relief.
My hips rock, my thighs quivering as I throb and pulse around his hard length.
It’s the strangest sensation—like my body is begging him for more. But nothing could be better than the tingling release that curls my toes.
And then, hot cum floods my channel as Miko follows me into ecstasy.
I got so caught up in the moment, I completely forgot about the potential consequences of him coming inside me, and even as a syrupy warmth pulses through my veins, that familiar ball of anxiety tightens around my stomach.
He twitches inside me, his cock urging my aftershocks to continue long after my body’s gone limp. And I bite back the tears as reality slowly settles in. I never should have gotten so carried away. But when Miko presses a soft kiss to my lips, I know how easily I could lose myself once more.
He eases out of me and rolls onto his side, then pulls my back against his chest as he brings us beneath the covers.
My breath catches, my body tensing at the entirely unfamiliar move.
Pyotr never wanted to snuggle—unless he’d been particularly brutal for no reason—and even then, that had only been early on in our marriage. I’m used to my husband turning away from me as soon as we’re done having sex and promptly falling asleep.
But Miko seems to want me close as he keeps his heavy arm draped across my bare side. The feel of his hot skin against mine is somehow both stimulating and oddly soothing. His breathing is slow and even, and I can almost sense without looking when he’s fallen asleep.
It doesn’t take long.
In the silent stillness that follows, though, I lie awake, my eyes open as I try to process everything that happened today.
Despite the circumstances behind my situation, not to mention the deadly brawl that broke out during the wedding, I feel like every encounter I’ve had with Miko was almost… enjoyable.
The way his eyes find me when I walk into a room, his quiet composure that feels like he’s entirely in control of our violent, chaotic world.
I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that he stepped between me and that blade today. And then tonight…
It almost feels too good to be true.
And if Pyotr taught me one thing, it’s that the truth is never as pleasant.
Eventually, a man’s true colors come out. And I’ve learned that the more enchanting they are to start, the darker the soul they’re hiding.
Icy terror settles in the pit of my stomach at that thought.
If Miko can be this charming, just how cruel is he at heart?