Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I grunted and cut the other ribbon from her ankle.
“Get my hands.”
Smirking, I walked over to her wrists. “Patience, mysh.”
She tugged at the wrists. “Come on, baby.”
I held her hands still and freed her from the remaining ribbons.
“Thank God.” She sat up fast, kicked her legs over the side, and remained on the edge of the table.
I tried to touch her blindfold, but she had it off before I could grab it.
She blinked her eyes. “Never again.”
I gazed at those pretty brown eyes. “Never what?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Never again will I let you tease me like that.”
“But, you will.”
She frowned.
“You will as much as I want and you will love every minute of it.” I yanked her up, carrying her away from the table and onto the balcony.
She held on. “Fuck me, baby.”
“Oh. I plan to, mysh.”
Out on the balcony, I kept a tight grip on her body and then let her down.
A cool breeze blew against my skin.
I spun her around. “I loved hearing you beg.”
She placed her hands on the railing and leaned back against me. “And I love when you lick my pussy.”
“Hmmm. So dirty.”
Her hair fluttered in the breeze.
The storm had not broken yet, but rain would arrive very soon. I could smell it in the air.
“No one on this entire planet has the power that you have over me.” I pressed my cock against her soft ass. “Did you know that?”
Lightning cracked a jagged line across the dark sky.
She whispered, “Yes, baby.”
Thunder roared.
“Do not take that power lightly, mysh.”
The wind whistled and howled.
“Never think you can be away from me.” I thrust into her from behind, rocking my hips and loving the silky smoothness of her skin sliding against mine.
“Oh!” Her voice was a high-pitched gasp in the dark night. “Oh, Kaz! I love you!”
My biceps bulged. My cock throbbed. The raindrops tickled my skin and made it slick with moisture.
I slipped one hand to her clit and the other to her breasts.
She met my pumping, knowing how I loved it.
Then the rain fell in sheets, drenching our skin and turning it soaking wet and slippery. But we didn’t care.
We fucked in the storm, hidden from the world. Wet and wild with lust. Each stroke was violent with passion and deranged hunger. Giving and taking pleasure. Riding the waves of ecstasy.
The rain pounded. The thunder rumbled, and the lightning flashed, illuminating the night sky for a brief instant.
“Oh!” She screamed, “I'm cumming!”
“Fuck, yes. Me too, mysh!”
And then, we orgasmed together and for that moment, the world was perfect.
Chapter 28
The Challenge
Kazimir
We slept through the morning, curled up against each other, our arms and legs tangled.
When sunlight filtered through the window, I woke from the comforting veil of sleep and noticed my lovely mouse laying against my chest. An all-encompassing happiness encased me. I felt wealthier than any time in my life, and it had nothing to do with money.
It was all Emily and my love for her.
I wrapped my arms around my mouse’s curvy body and kissed her forehead. Her hair smelled like honey and rain. Her warm skin smoothed against mine.
I spent an hour, watching Emily and simply considering the beauty of love.
She has truly changed me.
When she woke, I became a kid at Christmas, excited for her attention.
Due to how late it was, we didn’t order breakfast. Instead, we had a nice brunch—bruschetta topped with tomatoes, fresh garlic, basil, and drizzled with extra virgin olive oil along with Bacon and Potato frittata cut into simple triangles. Several bowls of peaches and strawberries were on the table too, and Emily told me that she would never be able to look at fruit the same way again.
We discussed the possibilities of our child’s full name. Emily thought it would be important to go with the Russian tradition of structuring—first name, middle patronymic name, and then surname. She felt that our child would be the safest in Russia. Therefore, he or she should truly feel rooted within the country and its traditions.
To my surprise, she also wanted his first name to be Russian. It made my heart ache a little that she would be so welcoming of my life. Maxwell and she held so much American pride, especially when it came to New York. Yet, she wholeheartedly opened herself to my life, and it made my insides so warm. . .so comforted. . .so full of love.
Over nibbling food, we played around with boy names going back and forth with Emilio and Alexander. Naming our son after my mouse gave me pride, especially since our child would be having a mixture of my name regardless of the gender.
However, Alexander the Great was one of my favorite kings. He had succeeded his father Philip II to the throne and spent most of his ruling years conducting lengthy military campaigns that expanded their empire throughout Western Asia and Egypt.