Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
When my teeth scrape over her clit, her chin drops forward, and her eyebrows knit together. It looks like she’s about to cry, but instead, her lips part, and a needy moan drifts over them.
Our eyes lock as I devour her pussy until her body tenses, and she cries, “Misha…God. Help.”
I tease her by circling her opening with my thumb while I suck and bite her clit until her ass lifts off the couch again and her body starts to convulse. Her hips take over, swiveling greedily as her pussy rubs over my mouth and chin, searching for all the friction she can get.
My free hand moves over her abdomen and up to her breast, my touch possessive and hard. I squeeze her perky tit before rubbing her nipple into a hard bud between my fingers. Tugging at her, I draw another moan from her as she starts to come down from her orgasm.
I press a kiss to the soft short curls between her legs, on her abdomen, and to her stomach.
Then I see the scar from when she got injured during the fall. Bringing my fingers to the crescent shape mark, I touch it with absolute reverence. I lean forward and pepper the jagged line with kisses before I work my way up her body.
“Wow,” she whispers with awe as she finally comes down from her orgasm.
I latch onto her other nipple and bite and suck at her flesh, just allowing myself a moment to feast on her perfect body.
Aurora’s hands slip into my hair, her fingers tugging at the short strands.
I’m fucking high from the scent of her arousal, the sounds she makes, and the feel of her body.
Christ, I’m so high I doubt I’ll ever come down to reality again. This is where I want to die.
“God, Misha,” she murmurs in a daze of pleasure. “This feels amazing.”
“Brace yourself, moy malen'kiy olen'. I’m far from done with you.”
Chapter 19
Aurora
There’s heaven, then there’s Misha’s hands and mouth on me.
It’s indescribable.
My heart flutters faster than a hummingbird’s wings, and my breaths are nothing but gasps.
Seeing this bratva enforcer on his knees in front of me is an aphrodisiac straight to my heart.
His hair is messy from my fingers brushing through the dark strands. His eyes are filled with seduction and sin.
And I’m putty in his hands.
Sweet, sweet Jesus.
With my strong emotions for Misha overwhelming me, the moment is so intense I can’t think straight.
I’ve dreamed about this moment for two years. I mourned the loss of it but couldn’t give up on my dream. Now that it’s a reality and I can share this experience with Misha, I’m determined to find a way for us to be together.
I can’t let him go. I don’t have that kind of strength in me.
Misha’s tongue lashes at my nipple, and the embarrassment of being naked before him is long gone.
Tugging at his shirt, I pull the fabric over his head so my eyes can feast on the hard planes of his chest.
Suddenly I’m hoisted over his shoulder, and while laughter bursts over my lips, he carries me to my bedroom, where I'm tossed onto my bed.
My body bounces while an incredibly happy smile curves my lips.
Misha undoes the button of his pants, and my eyes zoom in on the show I’m getting as he pulls the zipper down.
When he shoves the fabric of his pants and boxers down, my lips part, and my eyebrows fly up into my hairline.
Ahh…okayyyy. This is going to hurt.
“Are you on birth control?”
My cheeks flush from his direct question. Still, I admit, “I have an IUD.”
“Why not the pill?”
I frown at his weird question.
Do people usually have such detailed conversations before sex?
Misha places his knee on the bed as I answer, “My father wanted something more…permanent. In case I was kidnapped and –”
He darts forward, his hand covering my mouth to keep me from finishing the sentence.
“I get the picture,” he grumbles, not looking happy at all.
It takes a second before we both realize our naked bodies are touching. I feel his hard length against my thigh, and my abdomen clenches hard as if it’s calling for him to become one with me.
Misha’s expression turns tender and possessive, and I lose myself in the blue of his eyes.
Those eyes were my downfall. I never stood a chance.
His palm moves away from my mouth, then his fingers trail down my neck. When his hand clamps over my breast, his mouth lowers to my jaw, and he feathers my skin with hungry kisses.
Misha forces my legs open before he settles between them. Feeling his hardness rub through my slit, my body starts to tremble with need.
This is what I waited for. I wanted this strong connection with a man before giving my virginity to him.
I wanted something special.
His hard length feels like it’s made from steel that’s wrapped in velvet, and as he keeps stroking me, an incredible force builds in my core.