Chapter Five
MIK’HAIL KNEW WHAT he was doing was wrong. His Briar had taken a sleeping pill, and she had come to him, seeking refuge. He should be protecting her, but instead he was taking advantage of her.
He had to end this.
For both their sakes, he had to stop this insanity—
But just as he was about to push her away, he heard his Briar whisper,
“Please...make me yours.”
The words, coming out of nowhere, caught Mik’hail off guard, and with his defenses completely down, they unerringly found their mark. His mind shut down, and want took over.
She had asked for this.
Had begged him practically.
His Briar...wanted him.
Please...make me yours.
The words washed over him one last time, and Mik’hail reached for her with a groan. His mouth found hers in a deep, searing kiss even as he rolled Briar to her back so he could feel every inch of her soft, trembling body under his.
His hands roamed her body with almost savage need. He had dreamed of touching her like this for so long. Had fantasized about her so many times that there were nights when he thought he would go mad from wanting her.
And now...
It was finally happening.
It was her body, finally, under his hands, and she was everything, just everything he had ever dreamed her to be.
She was soft, so very soft, but he wanted more. He needed there to be no barriers between them, and so he reached for the flimsy silk covering her body—
A growl escaped Mik’hail as he pushed the fabric aside, and he heard Briar release a little moan.
The sound sharpened his need for her, and without another thought, Mik’hail lowered his head to her skin. She moaned again, and he continued his worship, his mouth trailing lower and lower until she was moaning and trembling beneath him.
His Briar.
Finally in his arms.
Finally responding to his touch the way he had always imagined she would.
“P-Please, Mik’hail.”
The sound of his name on her lips was the sweetest thrill, and Mik’hail groaned as he felt her fingers grip his hair.
His Briar began to writhe beneath him, her body arching against his, and it was almost as if she was begging him again, his innocent little Briar just begging him to give her more—
And so he did.
He moved lower still, and when he finally tasted her—
His Briar cried out.
And the sound nearly undid him.
She was everything. Just everything. And Mik’hail lost himself in the pleasure of giving her pleasure, his world narrowing to nothing but the sounds she made, the way she trembled, the way she gasped his name over and over—
“Mik’hail...Mik’hail...”
She sobbed his name as pleasure finally swept her away, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave crashed through her.
He stayed with her through every shudder, wanting to give her everything, needing to consume every last tremor because he knew...
If he wanted what was best for his Briar—
He could not let this happen again.
Wouldn’t.
Mik’hail pressed one final, tender kiss against her skin before slowly drawing away, and he heard her whisper his name one last time as he did.
Tonight was a precious memory he would never forget, but tomorrow...
Tomorrow, everything would be back to normal.
He would make sure of it, no matter the cost.