13. Mia #2
I love how vocal he is. It soothes Ivan’s voice in the back of my head that says, “No one will ever want you. You’re stuck with me. And I don’t even know if I want you. You’re nothing but a means to an end. Nothing but a contract. A womb to give me an heir.”
I heard a variation of those words over the years and there’s nothing that been able to heal that wound.
Until Alek.
“I fucking love you,” Alek growls, his touch gliding from my neck, down my shoulder, arm, then intertwines our fingers together as he presses deeper into me. “I can never get enough of you. You’re everything. I’ll protect you until my last breath.”
Love blooms through my entire body, and somehow, I manage to flip onto my back, his cock sliding out of me in the process. Wrapping an arm around his neck, I tug him down, needing him close.
“I love you too, Alek. I’ve always loved you,” I whisper against his lips, the bridge of our noses pressed together. “Kiss me. I need to feel all of you.”
A deep guttural growl filled with a slew of Russian words slide across my lips before I feel his against me.
Nothing has ever felt better.
He lowers his body onto me, my breasts smashing against his chest, pushing his tongue against mine. We stay just like that, exploring each other’s mouths, his hands on my body, his cock driving into me.
My thighs tremble. My lungs scream for air, and I break away from the kiss, craning my head back and over the edge of the bed. Alek kisses down my throat, tracing the edge of my collarbone with his tongue.
The mattress squeaks. The bedframe slams against the wall. Every hard thrust, the entire bed inches across the floor.
“You’re so fucking wet. Jesus, Mia. Fuck, what you do to me. Oh, fuck,” he groans, somehow finding the strength to slam into me harder.
That’s all I need.
I slap my palms against his chest and dig my nails into his skin until the flesh breaks. I know it has to hurt. I don’t know how to control myself. Not yet. If he wants me to stop marking him, he will have to tell me directly because every time he makes me come, I have to latch onto him.
“Alek. Alek!” I shout his name in warning, my orgasm building to a new level that I didn’t experience last night.
“That’s right. Come on my cock, Mia. Let me feel you. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
My entire body spasms as my orgasm crashes over me. Alek pulls back, watching as come spurts from me, splashing onto his cock.
“You’re making a fucking mess on me. That’s what I love to see. That’s right, Mia. Squirt. Squirt all fucking over me. I love knowing it was me who did this to you.” He rubs his fingers where we’re connected, gathering the juices only to suck his digits into his mouth.
My come drips down his fingers, my muscles still clenching around his thick cock.
He hums, never breaking eye contact with me, then drifts his finger down his throat, chest, stomach, leaving a shiny trail of my slick on his body.
“I want to be drenched in you.” He flips me onto my side, turning me towards him so we are looking at one another.
Lifting my leg, he wraps it around his hip, wrapping his arm around to tug me close.
“Right where I want you.”
I don’t know what it is but the motion of his arm reaching down between us to press his cock at my entrance has me moaning before he drives into me.
When the crown is pressed in, he embraces me with one arm, grabs my ass with the other, and pulls me close in tandem with his thrust. We both cry out. I tilt my head back on a groan while his lips feather across my chin.
“This. This is what I need.”
I move against him, another orgasm building somehow, and he grabs my lips with his, his hand resting against my jaw.
The bed thumps, leaving no secrets to what we are doing. Our obsession with one another will always live here, in the woods, for the trees and leaves to whisper about after we leave.
A part of us will always live here and be part of the place that gave us the opportunity for our love to bloom.
“Fuck,” he curses, his accent rich within the short word. “You’re going to make me come, Lyubimaya. Mia,” he gasps, clutching onto me harder, the pressure of his fingers digging into my hips have me falling over the edge with him.
“Mia,” he growls my name, dragging it on and on as he thrusts his come deep inside me. He ensnares my lips again, the kiss hard, passionate, and messy. He groans every time his cock pulsates.
We don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say as to what we just experienced. Our bodies are speaking for us. We tremble, even our breaths are broken, our lungs struggling to come back to normal. Our skin is slick with a sheen of sweat, our hair damp and sticking to our foreheads.
We fall against each other, our foreheads pressed together, no words spoken, and it’s been the loudest conversation I’ve ever had.
He tucks my hair behind my ear, staring into my eyes, dropping his gaze to my lips, and searching my entire face. I’m not sure what he’s trying to find.
“Are you okay?” His deep voice booming even though he is whispering. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, biting my bottom lip, and draw a heart on his chest with my finger. “I’m more than okay and no you didn’t hurt me.” I lift my eyes to meet his loving stare. “I don’t think you’d ever hurt me.”
“I wouldn’t. Never. I promise. And I’d hunt down and kill whoever tried to hurt you or take you from me. They wouldn’t know a day without looking over their shoulder. I’d be their worst nightmare and the enemy who would slit their throats.”
It sounds a little silly when he says it, but I know he’s serious by the expression on his face.
“Do you think we’ll be okay?” I ask with uncertainty.
“I’ll make sure of it. Don’t worry, My Beloved, no matter what, we will be together.”
Still, something tells me, being together won’t be easy.