Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Mikhail holds me tightly. A second later, I hear Drake’s voice. “Mila?”
I turn, gesturing at my suddenly blurry brother. “They’re happy tears. Come here.”
Drake joins us for the hug, and we stay like that for a long time. It’s like we’ve coded ourselves a clever little program. Function: heal.
CHAPTER 24
MIKHAIL
At midnight, I make a circuit of the safe house, setting up all the cameras and the tripwire alarms. Nobody’s chasing us or trying to hurt us anymore, but I’ll never let my guard down with the love of my life. Returning to the house, I open the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to wake Mila, but she’s not asleep.
She sits up in bed, the lamplight pooling across the sheets over her bare legs, her thick thighs, her bra holding her big tits in the perfect shape, highlighting her thickness. Her hair is wild and free down to her shoulders. She bites her lip, her eyebrows raised. Nerves try to touch her, but she pushes them away.
“Let’s pretend we’re in the cave,” she whispers. “Nothing else exists. Just us. Whatever happens next.”
I walk across the room slowly, warning myself to be as calm as possible, but it’s so difficult not to leap on my woman, push my rock-hard dick between her legs and take her hard and fast.
“You’re ready,” I growl, meaning to ask it as a question, but it comes out almost like a command.
She makes the sexiest, softest moaning noise, then nods. “Y-yeah.”
Maybe it makes me an animal, but I ignore that flutter of hesitation. My dick is too hard as I let my gaze feast on her body, especially her cleavage. “Fuck,” I groan, falling to my knees beside the bed and leaning forward, taking her breasts in my hand and then slowly kissing her thickness, savoring the sounds of her moans, the way she drags her hands through my hair.
“You taste so damn good,” I groan, then pull her bra down and lean back so I can get the most perfect look at her tits. Her nipples are pert, looking perfect as hell.
I take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I slip my hand up her leg. The closer I get to her sex, the warmer my hand gets, like her sweet, tight virgin hole is calling to me. Precome leaks from my end, my tip pushing against my underwear, trying to break free.
“Ah,” she whimpers when I bring my hand down on her pussy over her underwear.
I massage her folds and her clit through her underwear, sucking her nipple with more pressure. Each time I touch her, she makes an even sexier noise. There’s determination in each moan like she wants to let go of everything. Pretend this is the cave—our private place.
“I want you,” she whispers, grabbing my shoulder and tugging urgently.
I lean back, my chest rising and falling quickly. I’m breathing hard, barely holding myself back.
“We need to take it slow,” I tell her.
“Are you saying that to convince me … or yourself?”
I climb onto the bed, lying atop her, bringing my lips to hers. She gasps at the sudden lust and starts dragging her hands down my body, tugging at my shirt. I pull it over my head, and then she scrapes her fingernails passionately down my back. There’s no pain, just hardness in my dick when I feel how badly she wants this.
Moving to the side slightly, I slip my hand up her leg again, rubbing her hot pussy even quicker this time.
“I fucking love when you move your hips like that,” I groan quietly.
“Hmm?” She moans even louder, then bites down, probably thinking about being quiet in case we wake Drake. “Like … this?”
She pumps her hips in time with my hand, like she’s grinding against my touch, chasing the pleasure. My dick is leaking precome hotly, a volcano that won’t quit. She tries to keep kissing me, but the pleasure gets too much for her. Instead, she bites down on my shoulder.
I growl, and she stops. “Sorry.”
“Keep going,” I tell her. “It feels so damn good.”
“It … does?” Her voice hitches as I push her underwear aside.
“Your warm breath. Feeling your moan as well as hearing it. Knowing how badly you want it …”
I circle her wet channel with my finger. She bites down on me again, and this time, when I growl, I’m sure she must be able to tell it’s a sound of release. I love the way she moans when I return to her clit, her bite tightening. She wants to scream, I can tell, but she’s doing her best to keep the ecstasy buried in her curvy body.
Moving my finger even quicker, I can sense her getting closer to an orgasm. My balls are flooded with seed. It rushes to my shaft. There’s nothing I want more than to pull my dick free and bring it to her slit, push deep, push until she …