Mihai
MIHAI
I wake up to the soft glow of early morning light and the first thing I notice is the absence of the blanket over my legs, and when I glance to my side, it becomes crystal fucking clear why.
Maddy.
She’s sprawled out next to me, one leg draped lazily over the sheets, her short silk nightdress twisted and riding up her thighs. The dress, if you can even call it that, barely covers anything now shows just enough to make me wish I could see more.
The strap has slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth, soft skin, and her chest rises and falls in the gentle rhythm of sleep.
My throat tightens as I take her in. The curve of her hips, the slight dip of her waist, the way her blonde hair is fanned out on the pillow like some kind of halo.
She’s fucking perfect. And it’s not just her body, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thoroughly fucking mesmerized by every soft curve that calls to me.
It’s everything about her. Her fire. Her quiet strength. The way she looks at me like I’m not just another Crown or just the heir to a criminal empire. With Maddy, I feel stripped down to nothing but myself, and somehow that’s enough for her.
You’re fucking whipped, Vasile.
And maybe I am. Because right now, all I can think about is how much I want her—how much I fucking need her. I groan as more blood rushes to my cock, the need to sink inside of her so goddamn strong that I grip the sheets.
She’s not polished or pristine, and thank fuck for that. She’s real, soft where it counts, and that’s just the surface. Beneath it all, she’s fire and steel—a survivor in every sense of the word.
Mine.
The thought hits me out of nowhere, sharp and possessive, and I have to take a deep breath to steady myself. I don’t own her, I know that. But fuck if I don’t feel like she was made for me. Every inch of her, every smile, every scar.
She shifts again, her head tilting slightly, exposing the smooth line of her neck. My eyes lock onto that spot, and before I can stop myself, I’m leaning down.
I lower my head until my lips brush the curve of her neck. Her skin is warm, and she lets out a small sigh in her sleep, her head tilting slightly.
Shit. I should stop.
But I don’t.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, pulling back just enough to rest my forehead against her shoulder.
She has no idea what she’s doing to me, and maybe it’s better that way—for now. Because when she wakes up, and those big brown eyes lock onto mine, I know I’ll be fucked all over again.
She stirs slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and it sends a jolt straight through me. I press another kiss to her neck, this time letting my teeth graze her skin, just enough to leave a hint of pressure. Her body shifts next to mine, and a low sound escapes her throat—a mix between a sigh and a whimper that sets my blood on fire.
“…” she breathes, her voice soft and sleepy.
Fuck. Hearing her say my name like that does something primal to me. My hand slides to her hip, gripping it gently as I kiss her neck again, this time harder, with more intent.
“Morning, Little Rebel,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough. “You sleep well?”
She blinks at me, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she takes in the situation—me leaning over her, my hand on her hip, my lips so close to her skin.
“I… uh…” she stammers, clearly trying to find words.
I smirk, and nudge her legs open, settling myself in between them. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“,” she starts, her voice shaky, but I cut her off with another kiss, this one just below her jaw. Her breath catches, and I feel her body tense beneath me for a moment before she relaxes, her hands clutching at the sheets.
“You say my name so sweetly,” I whisper, my voice dropping lower.
Her breath comes faster now, and she tilts her head slightly, giving me more access to her neck. It’s an unspoken invitation, and I don’t waste a second, letting my teeth scrape gently, leaving the faintest mark.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I growl as I grind into her core and she gasps. “Just lying here looking at me like that? Fuck, Maddy, I’ve been dying to have a taste of you.”
Leaning back, I watch as her eyes widen slightly and her lips part like she’s about to respond, but I don’t give her the chance. I capture her lips with mine, swallowing whatever words she was about to say.
The kiss is demanding, possessive, and she melts into it, her body arching against mine like she was made for this—for me.
“,” she says again, her voice breathless, and it’s like gasoline on a fire. I nip at her bottom lip and she gasps. I grin and lean back before I pull her dress down to expose her gorgeous, full tits.
“Fuck, look at you,” I groan, my hand tightening on her waist as I lean back down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth and I bite down gently, soothing the mark with my tongue.
She lets out the softest, most addictive little whimper, like she’s trying to hold herself back, and I can feel every soft, supple curve pressing against me.
“, w-what are you doing?”
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my eyes locking onto hers. “What I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” I admit, my voice raw. “You’re not stopping me, are you?”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, but no words come out. Instead, she shakes her head slightly, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs so I can see what’s mine, baby.”
I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and it’s not just the way her body feels against mine—it’s the way she reacts to me, the way she’s trying so damn hard to hold onto some sense of composure but failing beautifully.
“Wait—”
“Shhh,” I murmur, leaning in to brush my lips along her jawline. “No running. No hiding. Let me see you, Madison.”
Her lips twitch like she’s about to say something, but instead, she surprises me by reaching for the hem of her silk dress. Slowly, she pulls it over her head, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties that have my blood fucking boiling.
“There’s my girl,” I purr, my hands sliding over her bare sides, savoring the warmth of her skin. “So damn beautiful.”
She swallows hard as she lays back down, her hands fidgeting at her sides like she doesn’t know what to do with them. I catch them in mine, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“Relax,” I tell her, my tone softening as I get in between her legs. “I’ve got you. Let me show you how perfect you are to me.”
Her eyes search mine for a moment before she nods, and I can see the trust she’s placing in me. It fucking undoes me.
I lower my head, pressing slow, lingering kisses along the tattoo on her collarbone, down to her shoulder, and then back up to the hollow of her throat. My hand drifts lower, tracing the curve of her waist, her hip, before settling over the peacock tattoo on her thigh.
“My favorite one of yours,” I say as I grip it gently, pulling her closer and she gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders, and I feel a surge of pride at the way she responds to me. I pull back just enough to catch her gaze.
“You’re mine, Maddy,” I tell her as I trail my kisses down her chest. “Every inch of you. Say it.”
Her lips part, but she hesitates, her blush deepening even further.
“Say it,” I repeat as I lick her pretty pink nipples. “I need to hear you, baby.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice so soft I barely catch it.
But it’s enough. Those words —my words— coming from her lips light something in me I didn’t even know was there. I spread her thighs and run my thumb over her clit through her panties.
“Baby, you’re soaked for me,” I groan, then I peer down at her. Her blush deepens, creeping down her neck, and damn if she doesn’t look absolutely stunning like this. Flustered. Nervous. But not pulling away. Not saying no.
She swallows hard; her gaze darting away, but I gently grip her chin, tilting her face back to me. “Eyes on me, Maddy. I want to see every reaction.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I pull down her panties and throw them on the floor. My eyes immediately lock on her glistening cunt, and I can’t help but groan.
“If you want me to stop, you better say something right now,” I say as I settle on my stomach and throw her legs over my shoulders. “Can I feast on your pussy, baby?”
She whimpers a ‘yes’, and fuck me, the sound shoots straight to my gut, making me grip her thighs harder.
“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing the tip of my tongue against her clit, barely giving her enough pressure to satisfy the ache.
Her breath catches again, and slowly, deliberately, I trail kisses down her inner thigh, each one eliciting the faintest gasp or shiver.
Her reactions are addictive—pure, unguarded, and they make me want to unravel every single part of her.
When I’ve had enough of teasing her, I lick her all the way from her entrance to her clit and suck on it. She moans and immediately tries to close her legs, but I grip her thighs to keep them apart.
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” I groan at her taste and my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck me, my girl is going to get me addicted to her cunt real quick and I have no problem staying on my knees for her like this.
My cock is hard as fuck beneath me as I eat her out, begging for any kind of fucking release. She whimpers as I flick my tongue over her clit and I push two fingers inside of her, curving them.
“Oh my God!” she cries as my fingers and tongue move in tandem and her pussy starts to pulse around my fingers.
I need to feel that on my cock more that I need to fucking breathe right now. She grips my hair, holding my head in place and I can’t help but grin.
“… I’m going to—GOD!” she screams and I groan against her pussy when she comes with a loud moan.
For someone who was silent for months, my girl can get quite loud.