Chapter 8 Misha #2
When she’s bare, I look up at her—every inch of her open to me, radiant in the moonlight. “You’re exquisite,” I murmur. Her cheeks flush, her chest rising fast, and she reaches for the edge of the bed as if she needs something to steady herself.
I guide her back onto the mattress, spreading her across the cool linens. She gasps when I settle between her thighs, pressing a kiss against the soft inside of her knee before dragging my mouth higher, over her inner thigh, to the heat waiting for me.
The first stroke of my tongue makes her cry out, her hips jerking.
I hold her there, savoring every taste, every desperate sound she gives me.
Her fingers clutch the sheets, then bury themselves in my hair as I worship her with my mouth—slow circles, then deeper strokes, drinking in the sweetness of her arousal.
I take my time, stroking her slowly, tasting her, letting the pressure build. My hands curve over her hips, keeping her anchored as she writhes beneath me. Her thighs tense, then relax, opening wider when I tease her with another long, slow sweep.
She arches when I circle her clit with my tongue, then groans when I pull back to lick lower, savoring every shiver that ripples through her.
I keep her on the edge with a rhythm that’s unhurried, coaxing her higher with each pass.
Her fingers bury in my hair, tugging, urging me closer, and I give her what she wants—sucking gently, flicking, drawing out more sounds that make my cock ache.
I slide a finger inside her, slow and careful, curling just enough to make her gasp.
She clenches around me, her thighs trembling, but I don’t rush.
I add another finger, working her open, stroking deep while my tongue continues its steady rhythm.
Her cries grow sharper, her hips lifting against my mouth, chasing the pressure.
Only when she’s shaking with need do I let her fall over, her body arching, thighs quivering around my head. I hold her through it, drinking in every sound, every frantic pulse of her body until she collapses back onto the bed, flushed and breathless.
Her chest heaves as she comes down, her skin damp, her lips parted like she’s forgotten how to breathe. I kiss the inside of her thigh and trail upward, tasting the salt of her skin along her stomach until I reach her mouth.
She kisses me with desperation, as though she needs to feel the proof of what I just did to her on my tongue. Her hand cradles my jaw, her thumb trembling against my cheek.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispers, her voice raw.
“You deserve to feel like that every time,” I murmur, brushing her hair back from her face.
Her eyes search mine, wide and uncertain. “No one’s ever touched me like you just did.”
A low sound leaves my throat, equal parts anger for what she’s been denied and hunger for more. “Then I’ll make sure you never forget tonight. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
I shift over her, caging her body with mine, and she opens for me without hesitation. Her skin is still hot, her pulse racing. I kiss her again, deep and claiming, and when I draw back, she’s gasping, eyes glassy with need.
I shove my trousers down, my cock heavy and aching as it springs free.
Her gaze drops, widening, and she exhales shakily.
My hand glides between her thighs, sliding through her wetness before I line myself up.
She’s still fluttering from the orgasm, soft and tight around my fingers, but I want her to feel me stretch her even more.
Her legs tense when I push the head of my cock against her entrance. I grip her hip and ease inside, slowly at first, savoring the way her body clings to me. She lets out a strangled sound, her hands clawing at my shoulders as inch by inch, I sink deeper.
“Fuck, Vera,” I growl into her neck. “You feel unreal.”
She arches beneath me, breath breaking on a moan when I bottom out, buried to the hilt. For a moment we stay like that, her body adjusting, my control fraying. Then I draw back and thrust again, harder, pulling a cry from her lips that makes me lose the last thread of patience.
Her nails bite into my back as I set a rhythm—deep, relentless, each stroke forcing another gasp from her throat. The wet sounds of our bodies fill the room, mingling with her broken moans. I watch her face, the way it shifts from surprise to surrender, and it drives me harder.
Her cries sharpen when I slam into her again, the sound tearing through the room. She clings to me, her breath ragged in my ear.
“Harder,” she gasps, the word spilling out like she can’t stop it.
My mouth twists into a grin against her throat. “I’ll give you harder.”
I drive into her with punishing thrusts, each one making the headboard rattle. She moans louder, her hips rising to meet me, and the feel of her taking me so deep shreds what’s left of my restraint.
“Look at me,” I order, my hand tangling in her hair to tilt her face up. Her eyes lock on mine, wide and dark, her lips parted on a whimper.
“That’s it,” I growl, snapping my hips harder. “Take it. All of it.”
Her body clenches around me, slick and desperate, and she sobs out my name, the sound raw and unguarded. It sends a jolt straight through me, makes me pound into her even deeper, determined to keep her there—right on the edge of breaking.
Her body bows beneath me, every muscle tight, every sound spilling out of her throat ragged and unrestrained. I feel her pulse around me, gripping hard, dragging me closer to the edge with her.
“Come for me,” I snarl against her mouth, driving deep, each thrust harder than the last. “I want to feel you lose it.”
Her cry shatters, high and desperate, as her release crashes over her.
She writhes beneath me, clutching at my shoulders, her walls spasming around my cock in relentless waves.
The squeeze rips a curse out of me, my rhythm breaking as I slam into her, chasing the heat that’s burning through my spine.
“Fuck—Vera,” I groan, teeth gritted as I bury myself to the hilt. Release tears out of me, hot and violent, flooding her as I hold her tight against me. Her nails rake down my back, her body milking every drop until I collapse over her, both of us gasping, drenched in sweat.
For a long moment, the only sound is our breathing, harsh and uneven.
She’s trembling, her lips against my jaw, and I can still feel her fluttering around me, unwilling to let go.
I press a rough kiss to her mouth, claiming it one last time before I finally ease back, though my cock stays buried inside her.
“You’re mine now,” I rasp, my forehead resting against hers.
Her answer comes in a whisper, raw and spent. “I know.”