Chapter 13 Miko
MIKO
Anika’s sultry invitation is like a punch to the gut—not so much because of her choice in words but because of the underlying emotion hidden just beneath the surface.
Anika is my wife, and the possessive satisfaction that fills me when she says it is enough to make me rock hard in an instant. I want to do dirty things to this woman.
I want to make her scream my name, to hear her beg me for more.
And as she strides toward me without a stitch of clothing, a sensual sway to her full hips, I could almost let myself believe she wants the same.
But something in her tone gives me pause.
There’s a flatness to it, a detached sense of resignation.
And as much as I want Anika, as desperate as I am to claim her as my own, I don’t want to force myself upon her.
I want our first time together to be enjoyable—for her and me.
And while I’ve been picturing this night since the moment I declared she would be my wife, now I’m not entirely sure how to proceed.
Her eyes never leave mine as she stops near the foot of the bed, her expression turning hesitant. “How do you want me?” she asks, glancing down at the fresh sheets.
The pulse in her neck jumps, and she bites down on her lower lip, showing off the slight gap in her two front teeth that somehow makes her look both adorable and strikingly beautiful at the same time.
I want to bite that lip for her, and as my need to touch her spikes, I rise from the bed without thinking.
Anika tenses, her shoulders lifting as I stalk toward her.
But she doesn’t retreat, and as I round the corner of the bed, her chin lifts with that fiery defiance that drives me wild.
Leaning in, I scoop her into my arms, bridal style, and Anika gasps, the sound sending a jolt of desire straight to my achingly hard cock.
She weighs next to nothing, her skin satin smooth against my chest—like a fragile doll made of silk and porcelain and so breakable, I don’t dare jostle her.
“I want you on your back with your legs spread wide,” I rasp, throbbing with the need to bury my face between her thighs.
I can feel the shudder that ripples through her body as I lay her on the bed, and she obeys, her gaze watchful.
Her muscles are tense, her hands fisting the sheets as if she’s bracing against my touch.
I can imagine that’s because she’s only ever been with Pyotr before, and I’m still a stranger to her.
Not just that, but I’m the one who made her a widow.
But I want to show her I’m not here to hurt her.
“Breathe, topolina,” I murmur as I hover next to her on the bed, brushing a light finger along the line of her bruised cheekbone.
Anika releases a cool, minty breath, her nipples puckering as they harden at the soft touch.
Her pulse is racing at her throat, and I trace her fluttering jugular down her neck to her collar bone.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly now, her breasts beckoning me.
They fit perfectly in my palm, and I cup one gently, relishing the way the supple flesh molds to the shape of my hand.
When I lean in to press my lips to her other nipple, Anika gasps, her back stiffening.
“Tell me how you like it,” I breathe against her skin, massaging her breast with my palm as I look up to meet her eyes.
Anika swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she stares down at me. Her lips part, but no words come out, and after a moment, she shakes her head, as if she can’t bring herself to say what she wants. She’s too nervous, and I want to put her at ease.
No, I want her to crave this, but she’s not going to climax if she’s too tense to enjoy it.
That’s alright. I like a challenge.
Releasing a low chuckle, I slowly kiss my way up her chest to her neck.
“Don’t worry, topolina. I don’t mind figuring it out for myself,” I promise, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
I nip softly at her lobe, and Anika sucks in a shuddering breath that tells me it’s a good place to start.
With a groan of approval, I continue to focus my attention on the sensitive points along her neck and jaw, softly sucking, nipping, and kissing them until her gasps grow more intense.
Her pebbles beneath my palm, and I trap it softly between my finger and thumb, rolling it until she whimpers.
Then I trail my fingers between her breasts to do the same to her other nipple.
Despite her initially rigid posture, I can feel Anika softening beneath me, her hips rocking slightly every time her back arches into my palm.
I know if I reached between her thighs, she would be wet for me, but I want to take my time with her, to draw out her pleasure and make sure she’s good and ready for me by the time I make her come.
“By the time I’m done with you, no one will doubt who owns every inch of this beautiful body,” I breathe against her skin.
Anika shivers, goosebumps prickling across her flesh, and I run my tongue over the soft bumps, relishing the way she responds to my touch.
Shifting my position to settle between her thighs, I align my body with Anika’s, and again she tenses, her eyes flying open as my erection presses against her abdomen, my boxers the only barrier between my weeping tip and her skin.
“You don’t need to fear me, topolina,” I promise, kissing my way down her throat and chest, following the valley of her breasts.
As I travel lower, my lips finding the velvety skin of her stomach, Anika gasps.
Her fingers release the sheets to tangle in my hair, and my cock throbs as she tugs lightly at the roots.
“What are you…?” Her words trail off as I continue my descent, sucking at the skin just inside her hip bone until a purple mark appears beneath my lips. Her breathing quickens, her fingers tightening in my hair as her hips roll.
Releasing the suction against her skin with a soft pop, I smile wickedly up the length of her body as I find her eyes.
They’re hooded now, her eyelids hanging low, her pupils blown wide with silent excitement. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I purr and nip my way lower, making her squirm. “I’m marking my territory.”
I can smell the tangy musk of her arousal as my lips brush closer to the peak of her thighs.
And as they start to quiver against my arms, I know she’s finally relaxed enough to enjoy what’s next.
Shifting lower on the bed, I hook Anika’s thighs over my shoulders, holding her firmly in place as I dip my head low.
Anika cries out, her eyes flying wide, her back arching as I run my tongue along her glistening slit.
A full body shiver racks her as she pants, her expression so surprised, I wonder if no man has ever gone down on her before. The thought is dangerously arousing.
“Hmm, you like that, topolina?” I breathe, savoring the sweet taste of her in my mouth.
Anika nods, her shock tantalizingly amusing as she watches me in stunned silence, and when I lick her again, my tongue delving between her silky fold this time, her jaw drops.
Her lips part, forming a perfect o that makes my balls tighten and my cock throb.
One of these days, I’m going to fuck those full, beautiful lips. But tonight is all about Anika’s pleasure and showing her that I’m the only man she’ll ever need in her life from now on.
“Tell me how much you like it,” I command, and I tease her hot entrance with the tip of my tongue, rimming the wet hole. She pulses in response, her muscles clenching in anticipation of being penetrated.
“Uh—lot,” she groans, halfway between a response and a moan of pleasure.
Chuckling, I press my tongue inside her, amazed and insanely turned on to discover how tight she is.
Anika’s head drops back, her spine arching as a flood of excitement coats my tongue.
She might have been too anxious to accept my touch at first, but I can feel her melting into me, her defenses falling away as I tempt her with the relief of climax.
Laving her pussy with my tongue, I lap up her tantalizing juices, then wrap my lips around the pulsing button at the peak of her slit.
Sucking lightly, I suction her against my mouth as I swirl my tongue around her clit, flicking it lightly with the tip.
Anika cries out, her breaths ragged as her thighs closer around my head with impressive strength.
She rocks her hips, grinding against my face, and the way she uses me to chase her pleasure is so damn hot, I’m on the brink of releasing my load before I’ve even taken off my boxers.
I tease her relentlessly, sucking and licking her clit with greedy delight, and when her knees start to quiver, her moans so desperate, I know she’s on the edge of release, I lightly nip the sensitive flesh.
Anika screams, her entire body tensing as she falls apart against my lips.
I groan, my cock so hard it hurts as wet excitement gushes into my mouth and down my chin.
The sight of her orgasm is positively hypnotic.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic as Anika lost in the throes of passion.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts heaving as she lifts her head to meet my gaze. Her hair is beautifully mussed, and I want to wrap it around my hand.
“Holy shh…” Anika’s words trail off as she slumps back onto the mattress, her legs relaxing their vise grip on my head.
With a wolfish smile, I release her perfect pussy with a silky pop.
“Best orgasm you’ve ever had?” I tease. “I get that a lot. Don’t worry, topolina. It won’t be your last. The night’s just getting started.”
Anika’s cheeks flush a dark crimson, and when I play back my words in my head, I wonder if it offended her to mention my experience with other women. But before I can smooth things over, she closes her eyes and swallows hard, as if bracing to tell me something uncomfortable.
“It’s my first,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing so red, the color creeps up to her hairline.
“Your first…” It takes a moment for the words to properly register.
The possibility is so farfetched, I’m almost certain I misheard her.
I mean, she might be young—twenty at most—but she was married for over a year before I killed Pyotr.
She can’t mean what I think she does. “That was your first orgasm?”
After a moment’s pause, Anika gives a hesitant nod, teeth trapping her full lower lip once more.
“Christ, Anika,” I breathe, a possessive kind of protective instinct rising inside me.
The sickening sense of satisfaction surges through me. It’s messed up, I know. Because any woman her age—regardless of whether she’s has sex before or not—should know what an orgasm feels like.
But somehow, being the first person to draw one out of her makes me feel invincible.
Like I’ve won a precious victory no one else will ever have the pleasure of achieving.
And no one ever will. Because now that I’ve had a taste of this woman, there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.
Anika is mine, and I’ll cut out anyone’s eyes if they even dare to look at her the wrong way.
As I shift my weight to align our bodies once more, she seems adorably embarrassed by her confession.
And as I settle on top of her, my forearms braced on either side of her so I don’t crush her beneath my weight, I’m overcome by the desire to understand her.
“You’ve really never come before?” I murmur, studying her striking features with awed bafflement.
“No. Pyotr didn’t… I mean, he never… um, used his tongue… down there.” Anika’s blush returns in full force, and she turns her face away as she stops trying to explain.
Dear god, she’s irresistible when she’s vulnerable—maybe even more so than when she’s being defiant.
It makes me want to dig deeper.
Trapping her chin between my finger and thumb, I gently turn it so she has to look at me again.
“Well then, that was his loss,” I breathe, “because I’ve never tasted anything so sweet.”
My eyes flick down to her lips, and the urge to claim them overwhelms me.
The light brush we shared at the conclusion of our ceremony wasn’t nearly enough.
But somehow, that feels even more intimate than what I just did to her, and I don’t want to cross some unspoken line that brings her defenses back.
Even if she’s given me permission to do with her as I please.
“God, I want to kiss you,” I rasp.
“What’s stopping you?” she breathes, her blue eyes wide and innocent with confusion.
I shake my head, unable to put words to the feeling I have.
Slowly, I lean in, gauging each micro expression that flashes across Anika’s face as her breath catches, her lips parting invitingly.
Each inch between us feels like an agonizing distance, and when I finally press my lips to hers, an explosion of sparks ignite between us, blasting through my chest like fireworks.
Anika gasps, breathily, and I just can’t help myself.
Delving my tongue between her lips, I taste her deeply.
A groan vibrates deep inside my chest at just how sinfully delicious she is, and when her delicate fingers wrap around my arms, pressing into my biceps, I can feel the yearning in her touch.
“Can you taste your sweet pussy, topolina?” I tease. “I think you’ve just become my new favorite dessert.”
Without waiting for a response, I claim her lips once more, kissing her deeply as my desire for her nears eruptive.
Anika releases the softest whimper, her tongue tangling with mine, and I’ve never wanted so desperately to have a woman respond to my touch.
Shifting my weight to lean on one forearm, I bring my other hand up to lightly rest against her pulse at the base of her throat.
“Your heart is racing,” I observe.
Anika’s head gives a jerky nod, her expression inscrutable, and when I let my hand slide lower, following her sensual curves, she releases a shuddering breath.
Lavishing her lips with attention, I continue to kiss her as I slowly work my way down to the peak of her thighs, the soft bare flesh of her of her folds.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, my fingertips brushing across the slick skin.
“No,” she breathes after a moment’s hesitation.
Good thing. Because keeping my hands off Anika might just be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.
And as I stroke two fingers between her folds, my cock thickens against my abdomen, demanding its turn.