Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
We were complete opposites. I was the devil in the flesh. And she… she was an angel.
An angel with a halo I was about to tarnish. But it would not hurt. I would keep her safe, even from myself. I would give her the best of me, and nothing else. She would never know of the darkness that was my past. She would only see the future, which would be a new world entirely.
But for now… I had a very different landscape in mind to explore.
I leaned down and started moving up her thighs, very carefully, very slowly, so as not to frighten my precious little virgin. I pressed my lips to the pale silk of her thighs, savoring each taste, loving the freedom to roam that she was allowing me, my fingers gliding over every inch of her.
I came closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, where a soft patch of dark curls concealed my prize. Most, but not all of her was concealed. Two petal soft lips pouted temptingly under my searching gaze. I leaned forward to kiss her, before she could get nervous. I knew better than to push my luck.
Slow and steady was the only way to win this particular race.
The urge to rush and the urge to linger, to savor, battled fiercely within me. I wanted to be doing everything to her, and with her, all at once. A nobler, but still present part of me wanted to simply hold her, look at her, feel her heart against mine.
To treasure her, and this moment, forever.
But there was no stopping what we had set in motion. I was a wild man, an animal, focused only on her. In truth, I was as ravenous as a rambunctious teenager. It had been at least that long since I went without a woman for any stretch of time, let alone months of celibacy. But from the moment I laid eyes on Mishka, only she would do.
I pressed a kiss to the bare flesh of her thigh, then moved upwards, unable to stop myself, and unable to spare her tender sensibilities. I would have her completely. I would make her mine.
I let the wild man inside me loose, once and for all.
Chapter 38
MIshka
What on God’s green earth was he doing to me now???
I wasn’t sure whether to pray to God or to the motherland. Either way, I needed to pray to someone or something.
I froze, halfway between panic and pleasure.
I was unsure what to think or feel, as Anton Aslanov, one of the most feared men on earth, nuzzled the sensitive place between my thighs. He pushed my legs apart firmly, wedging his shoulders between them, clearly trying to get closer to his prize.
I gasped at the feeling of total exposure. I was wide open to his mouth, hands, and his eyes. Dear God, his eyes. He could see every inch of me, I realized with a mixture of ecstasy and embarrassment. It wasn’t even dark outside. It was broad daylight, morning in California, and the curtains were not even drawn.
Before I could even think too much about my nudity, or the sensation of being devoured, he did something even more unexpected. Anton slid his big warm palm underneath my bottom and lifted me slightly, literally serving me up on a platter to his hungry, searching mouth. His tongue traced every contour, every fold, seeking entrance to my body, before settling over my sensitive nub, where it circled lazily. His lips closed on my pouty lips, kissing me the same way he kissed my mouth.
Deeply, hungrily, and very, very thoroughly.
I had never imagined anything so shockingly intimate. So personal. So exquisitely sensitive or stimulating.
And that was before he gently pushed a finger inside me.
He let out a low curse.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” I asked, struggling to raise up on my elbows. He gently pushed me back down again. But I saw the worry in his eyes. I let him guide me back to the bed, but insisted “tell me.”
“Mishka… nothing is wrong. You are perfect.”
“Then what—”
“I swear to you that nothing is wrong. You are just very small… very tight. I do not want to hurt you.”
“Oh,” I breathed. “I do not want you to hurt me either.”
He laughed, his shoulders shaking as he rested his head on my thigh. He laughed for a good long while. So long, that I was starting to become offended.
“My love…” he said sweetly, when he finally lifted his head to see me glaring at his handsome face, still nestled between my open thighs. “You are the most perfect woman ever born. I promise, I will not hurt you. But it will take some time to prepare you.”
“Prepare me?”
“Yes. Like this,” he said, holding my eyes as he leaned down to slowly lick my sex from bottom to top. “And this,” he said, pushing his finger inside me once again.