Chapter 18 Mikail #2
Letting her sleep longer, I tiptoe to the bathroom as best as I can, but my feet thud on the floor with each step. I catch her chest rising and falling in deep sleep, and I exhale a breath of relief that I didn’t wake her up.
I avoid facing my reflection in the mirror as I scrub my body, taking a shower that does nothing to ease my guilty conscience.
Stepping back into the room, I notice she has turned onto her back, her delicate brows furrowed. I bet it has something to do with the toy in her ass. She’s splayed open, the sheet only halfway hiding her nakedness.
Her pussy glistens, and like Pavlov’s dog, my mouth waters, needing a treat. Will I ever have enough? Impossible. I guess I am doomed to remain insatiable for her.
Reining myself in becomes a distant thought, and I move toward the bed, crawling between her legs.
Glancing at her to catch the exact moment she realizes what is happening, I bring my mouth to her pussy and sweep my tongue along her slit from bottom to top.
She squirms, moaning quietly, but doesn’t wake up.
I lick her again, flicking her clit, and she whispers my name. My name falling from her lips does things to me I can’t even comprehend.
Her eyes flutter half open, but close again. She must be exhausted, but I need her too much, so I get on top of her, supporting my weight on my palm as I guide my cock to her pussy.
My demons crawl in the back of my mind once I am inside her.
She welcomes me in, stretching for me inch by inch. She’s so wet—receptive. Even in her sleep, she knows who she belongs to. I am not even a quarter in, the plug in her ass making it an even tighter fit.
I groan low in my throat, the sensation phenomenal.
Her eyes pop open, and her hands shoot to my arms, holding on to me.
“Mika,” she breathes out, her sweet voice groggy with sleep.
“I just need your pussy. Sleep some more, baby girl.”
She falls back into a half-asleep, half-awake state. I push in and out of her, trying to ease my growing desperation. Ecstasy pulls my body taut, and I throw my head back, overcome with pleasure. She grips me so well. So fucking tight. So fucking good. Lasting is a damn feat, taking inhuman force.
I need her too much though. Wanting her eyes on me, I increase the rhythm and play with the plug in her ass. Minutes or hours later, I do not know—too lost in her. I thrust harder, and that’s what wakes her up.
“Can I come?” she asks in a whisper that comes out more like a needy moan.
It’s the question that almost makes me shoot my load.
She looks so sweet right now, pleading and eyes glazed over, her plump mouth opening in an O.
I nod, and as I kiss her, we come together—her on a long moan, me on a low groan.
Eyes locked, we gaze at each other for long moments, lost in each other.
I kiss the tip of her nose, and a soft smile paints her face, sending an arrow straight through my chest, planting her flag of ownership.
The connection sizzles between us, binding our souls irrevocably.
I gather her in my arms and bring her to the shower. Every time I carry her, realization crashes down on me, making me forget everything else. This is what I am supposed to do—love, protect, cherish her.
She palms the wall as I get on my knees and pepper her ass with kisses. The need to touch her and map every curve of her drives me. My hands move from her calves to her thighs and waist, repeating the cycle until I could recreate her shape from sensory memory.
Wrapping my mouth around the round handle, I drag the plug out. She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyeing me enthralled and exhaling a half whimper, half hiss.
The moment the toy is out, she breathes out while I watch her asshole pucker back together.
I brush my knuckles along her side, praising her for being such a good girl for me. She deserves a reward, so I eat her out, bringing her to a second orgasm. I could feast on her pussy all day long, needing no other sustenance.
Standing up, I wash her, and she giggles. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Is that so?” I ask while pushing my hard cock inside of her. It’s permanently hard in her presence, making me wonder if I will ever be able to function normally again.
“I can’t get enough of you. What have you done to me?” I groan.
It’s a rhetorical question, but she stares back at me, arching a brow. “It wasn’t me that deprived us of what we were meant to be.”
“It feels like I can’t breathe without you. The more I have you, the more I crave you. This want and need override my rationality. I can’t think straight.”
“Then don’t. Just feel and take me. Whenever you want and however you want.”
This woman knows exactly who she is dealing with and instead of putting a stop to this madness, she douses it with intensity by giving me full rein.
But all she does is bind me to her. For good. Forever. I’ve never been freer.
A groan resounds in my throat. “Then take me. Take my seed, take my body, take my damn soul.”
Take my life for all I care, but let me have you. I don’t have to say the last part out loud. She understands what I mean, and her next words just confirm it.
“I’m sorry…so sorry,” she whispers, sounding broken.
“Don’t be. Not for this. Not for anything.”
Whatever has been going on between us has been unstoppable.
We have been inevitable. I can’t regret fate.
I went through torment every time I saw her, but not seeing her would have been worse.
Not having her in my life would make mine meaningless.
I would drift through life with no purpose.
No drive. She’s the center of my life, and I can’t help but go home—to her.
My destiny was not to become the Pakhan. I did that to keep her safe.
My destiny has always been to love Dahlia. And loving her I will do. Till whatever end.
I will disappoint my brother once again because I can’t keep my word.
If it comes between him and Dahlia, I will choose my woman, even if it means that our brotherhood will disintegrate before my eyes.
Treason equals death. If it means war, I am ready to lose everything.
But not her. And that means I must win, regardless.
“You seem deep in thought there,” she says as she wraps the towel around her head.
“I can’t think of anything other than you.”
Her giggles are the beat of my heart.