Chapter 16
Shanice
Iwas stuffed, content, and utterly surprised by how perfect this night had been. Mikhail had planned everything. Every detail, every moment of this evening, all focused on making me feel special. And God, it had worked. He’d taken me around town giving me surprises and a night to remember.
Now we sat across from each other at the restaurant, the dinner plates cleared away, and I watched him signal for the check. There was something in his eyes. Something playful and wicked that made my stomach flip.
"What are you up to?" I asked.
"You'll see." He signed the receipt without even looking at it, then stood and offered me his hand. "Come on."
I took it, letting him pull me to my feet.
We walked out of the restaurant, and I expected him to lead me to the SUV.
He didn't. Instead, we turned in the opposite direction, walking along the sidewalk that bordered the river.
The night air was cool, the water reflecting the lights from the buildings across the way.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Nowhere in particular. I just wanted to walk with you." He squeezed my hand. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah. It's perfect."
We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Then Mikhail said, "Do you know what I think about when I look at you?"
I glanced up at him. "What?"
"How special you are. How strong." He pulled me closer, tucking me against his side as we walked.
"Most people would've broken after what you went through.
But you didn't break. You get back up. You went back to school. You kept fighting. And even when your back was against the wall for your safety, you didn’t accept the bare minimum.
You fought me at every turn. Baby, you stood up for yourself and demanded that I see how worthy you are of more. "
My throat tightened. "I didn't have a choice."
"Yes, you did. You could've given up. Could've let fear win.
But you didn't." He stopped walking, turning to face me. "You're remarkable, Shanice. And I don't think anyone tells you that enough. You could’ve been content living in the house and being pampered, but you didn’t. You’re chasing your dreams. I love that for you. It’s fucking beautiful to see. "
Tears pricked at my eyes. "Mikhail…"
"I'm not done." He cupped my face. "You're kind.
Loyal. Fiercely protective of the people you love.
You put everyone else first, even when it costs you.
In return, those people are also loyal to you, because of how good you are to others.
And you're so fucking beautiful it makes me ache just looking at you. "
"You're going to make me cry."
"Good. Then you'll know I mean it." He kissed me softly. "I'm the luckiest man alive, Shanice. Because somehow, you're mine. I chose you some time ago, and to have you choose me back is the best damn feeling in the world. I couldn’t have chosen a more perfect life partner."
It was my turn to kiss him, pouring everything I felt into it. When we broke apart, I was breathless and emotional. This man was wonderful, and he’d been showing me how right we are together from the beginning.
“I remember when I first got to Olek’s house. How you always would pop in to see if I needed anything. Or when you’d come in and sit quietly, just observing me. I really appreciate you being there. It comforted me in ways I can’t express. You make me feel safe, Mikhail.”
“Good, cause, baby, nobody wants the problem of being in between us. Especially with my ring on your finger. If I was bad before…” he groaned and kissed my neck. “Watch out world.”
I laughed, my heart feeling full. “Thank you, Mikhail for everything tonight.”
He pulled back, kissed my forehead. "Come on," he said, taking my hand again. "There's one more surprise."
We kept walking, and ahead I saw where he was leading us to. A beautiful hotel right on the river, all lit up, elegant, and romantic.
My heart started pounding. I’d never been inside a hotel this nice. "Mikhail, what are we doing here?"
"Our wedding night." He looked down at me. "I know the ceremony wasn't what you dreamed of. But I wanted today to still be special. That means our honeymoon has to be as well."
I couldn't speak. Could only nod. I refused to let him turn me into a fountain of tears every time that he spoke to me.
We checked in, and Mikhail led me to the elevator.
We rode up in silence, the tension building with every floor.
When we reached our room, he opened the door and then, before I could step inside, he swept me up into his arms.
I gasped, clutching his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying my wife over the threshold." He grinned. "It's tradition."
My heart swelled again. The gestures today have been invaluable. So good that I hadn’t thought about my dream wedding at all. Maybe when this was all over, I would. For now, this was the best feeling.
He carried me inside and set me down gently. The room was stunning. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the river, a massive bed with crisp white sheets, soft lighting that made everything feel intimate and warm. Pale pink rose petals on the floor. Roses all over the suite.
"Mikhail, this is beautiful."
"Not enough. But it's a start." He moved behind me, his hands finding the zipper of my dress. "Let me see you."
He undressed me slowly, reverently, his fingers trailing over every inch of skin he exposed. When my dress pooled at my feet, I stood there in just my underwear, suddenly self-conscious.
"Perfect," he murmured. "You're so fucking perfect."
He removed the rest, then stepped back to undress himself. I watched, transfixed, as he revealed that powerful body. All hard muscles and controlled strength.
When he was fully naked, he moved to the couch by the windows and sat down. "Come here."
I walked to him on shaky legs. He guided me to straddle his lap, and the feel of his hard length pressed against me made me gasp.
"I've got you," he said softly. His hands moved over me, massaging my thighs, my hips, my back. Long, slow strokes that made me melt. "Just feel, baby. Let me worship you."
His mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking. I knew he was going to leave marks that claimed me as his. His hands moved around to my breasts, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was squirming in his lap.
"You feel so good," he murmured against my skin. "So soft. So warm. Mine."
"Yours," I echoed breathlessly.
He kissed down my spine and over my shoulders. When he sucked on my earlobes, I cried out, my hands moving behind me tangling in his hair, holding him to me.
"That's it," he praised. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."
He worked my breasts until I was panting, grinding against him, desperate for more. Then he lifted me, standing me up on the couch. I wobbled, gripping his shoulders for balance.
"Turn around," he commanded. "Bend over the back of the couch."
I did, my heart racing. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, my ass in the air. Mikhail scooted down slightly on the couch, positioning himself beneath me. Then his mouth was on me, licking through my folds from underneath.
I cried out, my legs shaking. The angle was intense, overwhelming. Right. His tongue worked my clit with devastating precision while his hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady. He zoned into that spot, not letting up. Punishing me for something… anything… Persistent.
"Oh God, Mikhail!"
"That's right, baby. Say my name. Let everyone in this hotel know who's making you feel this good. Who you belong to. Who belongs to you."
He sucked my clit hard, and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me, making me scream, my whole body convulsing.
I felt myself drip onto his face, felt him groan and lick it up like he was starving.
Before I could recover, he was lifting me and lowering me back onto his lap.
This time, he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Yes. Please, Mikhail, I need you inside me."
He thrust up, filling me in one hard stroke.
I screamed, my head falling back. He was so deep, so thick, stretching me almost to the point of pain. It was like my first time, except it wasn’t. But it’d been so long since I’d had somebody inside me. I was tight and sensitive so I knew I was going to come quick.
The euphoria that I was feeling was more about who was inside me than the act itself. Because though it’d been awhile, it seemed like I’d be aching for him for longer. Now I felt whole, complete, and oddly enough, satisfied in ways I didn’t think was possible.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for my dick."
He started moving, hard and slow, each thrust deliberate and marking me in ways that I couldn’t comprehend. I felt branded anew with every thrust inside me. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, controlling the pace. My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer.
"You're everything," he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "Everything I've ever wanted. Everything I never knew I needed."
Those were my exact thoughts.
I was crying, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. "It’s so good…"
"I know, baby. I feel it too." He thrust again, hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. "You're mine now. My wife. Mine to fill with my cum until you're dripping with it. Love on you… everything."
The words sent another orgasm crashing through me. I clenched around him, sobbing his name.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."
He didn't stop. Kept thrusting, kept praising, kept telling me how perfect I was, how good I felt, how much he loved me.
"I'm going to fill you up," he groaned. "Going to pump you so full of my seed you'll feel it for days. And every time you move, every time you sit down, you'll remember that you're mine."
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, please, I want it."
"You want my cum, baby? Want me to mark this perfect pussy as mine?"
"God, yes."
He thrust harder, faster, chasing his release. "You're going to take every drop. Going to keep it all inside. And someday, when you're ready, I'm going to watch my baby grow inside you. Going to see you plump with our child and know that I did that. That you’re carrying my seed."
The image, the words, the feeling of him so deep inside me, sent me over the edge again. I came screaming, my whole body shaking. Mikhail followed with a roar, his hips slamming up one final time as he emptied himself inside me. I felt it, hot and wet, filling me up just like he promised.
He held me there, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside.
"Mine," he growled. "All mine."
"Yours," I whimpered. "All yours."
We stayed like that, connected, both of us trembling and spent. I could feel his release inside me, warm and slick, and something about it made me feel claimed. Owned. His.
And I loved it. Loved the dirtiness of it. The intimacy. The way it marked me as his from the inside out.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, his hands stroking up and down my back.
"Full," I whispered. "Warm. Wet. Owned."
He groaned. "You're going to kill me."
"Good." I shifted slightly, feeling him still half hard inside me, feeling his cum start to leak out.
He felt it too. His hands moved to my hips, holding me still. "Don't move. Keep it all inside."
"Mmm…"
"I mean it." He thrust slightly, pushing it back in. "You're going to keep my cum inside you all night. Going to fall asleep with it still there, reminding you that you're mine."
The possessiveness should've scared me. Should've made me push back. Instead, it made me clench around him, made fresh arousal bloom despite how sensitive I was.
"Again?" he asked, feeling my response. "Already?"
"I can't help it. The way you talk, the things you say…" I buried my face in his neck. "It makes me crazy."
"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you tonight." He stood, still buried inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. "Bedroom. Now. Because I'm going to make love to my wife until she can't remember her own name. Only mine."
He carried me to the bed, and the night blurred into a haze of pleasure and praise and love.
He kept his word. Took me again and again, each time slower, more intense, more focused on making me feel cherished and wanted and utterly wrecked.
By the time we finally collapsed, tangled together in the sheets, the sun was starting to rise.
I was sore, exhausted, covered in marks, and filled with his release. And I'd never been happier.
"I love you," I whispered against his chest.
"I love you too, baby." He kissed the top of my head. "Now sleep. You're going to need your strength for tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Because I'm nowhere near done proving how much I love you."
I smiled and let my eyes close, safe and warm and completely his.