Chapter 21 - Lily
Mikhail’s lips on mine ignite that familiar fire in me, and despite my uncertainty, I can’t ignore its call.
I can’t stop moving with him, and I don’t want to. Not while his hands fall to the back of my bare thighs, squeezing them before hoisting me up and moving me through the kitchen.
My mouth melds with his, seeking that addictive feeling I tried so hard to forget but couldn’t. All of my effort is for nothing when I can’t resist him.
What started as a gentle kiss quickly slipped into something breathless and dripping with need, while Mikhail takes me to the living room, lowering me onto the cushions without hesitation.
Not leaving me the chance to be without his touch for even a moment, he leans in, hovering over top of me and never breaking the kiss.
My hands go to his waist instinctively while our greed reaches new heights, hands already slipping beneath the fabric of his tee.
He hums against my mouth, wasting no time doing the same. His fingers disappear beneath the shirt, hanging off me before crawling up higher and higher, feeling my skin like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. His lips never stop caressing as if he’s starving.
I want to pretend like I can contain myself to some capacity, and that if I wanted to, I could pull away.
But the longer his mouth is on mine, the more I know I’m lying to myself.
Since the moment he started talking to me at the club, I knew he would be hard to forget. That has only become truer over time.
And now, knowing he wants to be with me and to have this child together, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. He has made himself a constant in my mind, and knowing him, I’ll never shake him.
Maybe I should do everything in my power to get him away from me, but at this moment, having his hands on my body and feeling just how badly he wants me, I don’t want it to end.
With his lips spurring as much desire in me as humanly possible, I squirm subtly beneath him, pushing his shirt up until he pulls it off the rest of the way and tosses it.
I pause long enough to drink in the sight of him, taking stock of just how hard his muscles are and the way they flex with his every movement. I could die right there and be happy forever from that image alone.
But looking at him like this, eyes veiled with lust while his chest rises and falls heavier with every breath, I can’t let it end here. I need more, and I always will.
A small, satisfied hum comes from Mikhail’s chest when I reach forward and run my fingers along his chest and down his abdomen. His lips pull, and he moves back in again, brushing his nose against mine.
“It should be a crime for one person to look like this,” I mumble, feeling as he slowly pushes my shirt up higher, exposing more and more of my skin.
“If that were the case, you’d be just as guilty as me,” he returns with a teasing lilt. He gently nips at my lower lip, making my breath catch. Chuckling, his lips move down, making contact with my clothed chest before kissing lower and reaching my bare skin.
I shiver at every brush of his mouth against my body, noting how the shirt moves higher until my breasts are exposed, and I swear a new kind of hunger possesses him entirely.
His lips follow until he reaches one side, wasting no time lapping against my nipple and pulling it in his mouth.
My breath hitches at the immediate sparks, and I arch involuntarily, letting my body seek out more of it. My body heats up with nothing but need while my hands roam his back and shoulders, encouraging him through every touch.
At the small, breathy sounds escaping my lips, Mikhail’s appeasement vibrates through me while he flicks his tongue against me, getting lost in his ministrations. His hands keep their firm hold on me, as if unwilling to let me go.
When he pulls off my breast and continues down, there’s a newer, darker heat behind his eyes. It’s unrelenting and all-consuming, leaving me nearly trembling in anticipation.
He drifts over my stomach, sliding his palms over my waist and hips, gliding down to brush his lips along my thighs. Propping my legs up slightly, he moves in, kissing my inner thighs while parting them.
I’m prepared to lose my mind while his fingers toy with the waistband of my underwear, the closer he gets, tugging on them without pulling the fabric down.
Despite how badly I want him and everything he’s prepared to give me, I hesitate, tensing just enough to catch his attention.
Mikhail pauses, sliding his gaze up to me from his suggestive position. “Everything okay?”
My words catch in my throat at first, already knowing it’ll sound stupid. But I murmur anyway, “I…haven’t showered yet.”
His brows go up slightly as if I’ve just said the most ridiculous thing. But his expression relaxes into an amused one, and he chuckles against my thigh before leaving a soft kiss there. His one hand situates itself on the back of my propped leg while the other slowly eases the fabric to the side.
“If you think something like that will stop me from pleasuring you…think again.”
His words send another shiver rippling through me, but it’s overshadowed by the immediate rush of electricity through my core at the swipe of his tongue against me.
I can hardly process just how intense it feels before he’s doing it again, stroking my sensitive flesh with his tongue. I arch further while my eyes shut, and I reach blindly for his hair, sliding my fingers through his locks.
As if he’s gaining the same amount of pleasure as I am, Mikhail hums against me and continues, exploring every inch of me like it’s the first time. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not come apart already from the sheer force of his enthusiasm.
He works me with a finesse that has my hips moving on their own, growing even hungrier. Then, with an irritated growl against me, he grips the fabric and tears it with minimal effort.
My breath hitches, surprised by the sound of the material pulling apart. It catches me off guard, making my cheeks warm.
“They were in my way,” he murmurs against me before moving in and guiding my hips to offer him a better angle.
The onslaught of new sensations, along with his sheer determination to let me feel everything deeply, forces more full-bodied moans from my throat, and my fingers pull at his hair a bit tighter.
Every tug and sound of encouragement only makes him work harder, and before long, he has me questioning who this is really for.
Losing myself in the throes of it, my head tips back, and I find myself slowly rocking against him, seeking as much friction as I can get. The moans and soft gasps leave me with little resistance, and I have every intention of soaking it all in.
Then, like something has snapped in him, Mikhail groans against me, kissing my thighs before moving over me.
I almost whimper from the loss of pleasure, but he’s on me immediately, nipping at my neck in between, pulling the shirt off me completely.
“As much as I wanted to make you come like that, I’m not feeling particularly patient right now,” he says against my lips, voice rough before pulling me in for another deep, needy kiss.
I hum into it, feeling almost dizzy from the force of it. Getting lost in the feeling of his lips claiming every inch of mine, I hardly register as his belt is undone, then his sweatpants are pushed down and discarded, followed by his boxers.
The moment his body presses against mine, free of all restrictions and boundaries, I shudder, and my fingers dig into his shoulders. The weight of his arousal is heavy and demands attention—demands release.
Feeling hot all over, I slide a hand down between us, letting my fingers brush along his length.
Mikhail tenses at the initial touch before relaxing into it and groaning into my mouth. He rocks his hips forward smoothly, pushing further into my grasp while I hold him. A strangled sound escapes him, and he breaks the kiss to pull in shaken breaths against my neck.
“Jesus Christ…” he utters, making the same movement with his hips before grunting and grabbing both my wrists with a gentle grasp before holding them above my head, forcing me to let go of him.
My eyes open, surprised by it, while I look up at him, feeling our exchanged breaths.
Mikhail swallows hard with an effort to hold back, and he leans closer until our noses brush together. “If you kept that up, I wouldn’t last much longer.”
The words feel like a confession against my lips, chased by his mouth on mine.
I melt into it, not resisting, while he shifts his hold on me to keep both wrists in one hand, while the other rests on my thigh and eases it open again.
“I need you now,” he mumbles in between kisses, guiding himself closer until he rubs against me. “And I’ll never be ashamed to admit that.”
Only proving his point, Mikhail slowly presses forward, making us both gasp into the kiss. When he faces no resistance from me or my body, he keeps going, sliding into me with ease.
The breath catches in my throat, quickly shifting into a soft moan as those familiar, thrilling jolts swell the deeper he goes. The moment he fills me completely, I pant as I adjust to the overwhelming presence of him.
Something rumbles low in his chest while he holds that position a moment longer while he leaves open-mouthed kisses against my neck, further heightening every sensation. The moment he releases my wrists again, my fingers dig into his shoulders.
The withdrawal of his hips pulls a whimper from my lips, and as he sinks in again, sparks of pleasure flash through me.
Our breaths and moans combine into one, encouraging them from each other while Mikhail slowly builds a rhythm, holding my hip and thigh at the same time.
There’s no use holding anything in—not while every thrust forces the sounds right out of me.
With a subtle shift in position, my back arches, and I groan, beginning to lose all sense of reality. None of it seems to matter, with how perfectly he caresses me inside and out, knowing exactly what I need at all times.
Despite swallowing them back at first, Mikhail’s grunts and ragged breaths slip from his lips while he keeps his body close, moving against me with practiced ease. His body surrounds me while urgency floods his system, turning each one of his movements more eager and needy.
The moans and unintelligible rambling accompany the rapid beating of my heart while I keep my head tipped back and soak in every drop of unbridled gratification. He’s the only thing on my mind, along with the tightening in my lower belly.
I never want it to end. I want those feelings to rush through me, again and again, to keep me suspended in a perpetual high. I want every moment to be full of the haze I can’t shake from my head.
But the edge approaches before I can hold it off as Mikhail thrusts deeper, hitting every perfect spot inside me. Over and over, he brushes against it, making my chest tighten and my legs shake.
With a shudder, I clench around him, burying my face in his neck while the tension finally snaps. My moans turn into shattered-sounding gasps while I cling to him, riding the wave of release.
He groans at the feeling, and his needy thrusts falter before he’s right behind me, gripping my thigh and the couch armrest. With his cheek pressed against my head, Mikhail grunts through his orgasm, breathing heavily.
Lost in nothing short of bliss, I lay there boneless while my heart syncs up with his, and I try to calm it.
Eventually, Mikhail carefully pulls out and shifts to the inside of the couch, pulling me in until I’m mostly lying on top of him.
With his arms around me, he presses a kiss to my forehead, letting his words ghost against my skin.
“If you still don’t believe how much I want this, then I have no qualms about proving it again and again…”
And I already know he isn’t bluffing.