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)
My hands find his shoulders, and I dig my nails into his skin before I greedily rub them over his broad back. I feel his muscles ripple as he moves up until we’re face-to-face, his mouth latching onto mine.
His teeth tug at my bottom lip before his tongue eases the sting, then I claw at his skin as he practically devours me. The kiss is so intense I become lightheaded and can only whimper my need for more.
I want all of him.
When Misha breaks the kiss, I groan my disapproval which has him chuckling. Then he commands, “Eyes on mine, moy malen'kiy olen'.”
I stare into his bottomless blue irises, and as he positions himself at the entrance between my legs, my body quivers with anticipation.
This is it. The moment I’ve dreamed of.
“Take a deep breath,” Misha murmurs, his voice tender.
My eyes start to tingle with tears from how emotional I feel, and as I inhale deeply, Misha forces the head of his cock inside me.
The burn is instant, and even though I want this with all my heart, my body tries to move up to get away from the impending pain.
His hand clamps over my hipbone, and he forcefully keeps me in place. “Deep breaths, krasivaya.”
I love when he calls me his little deer, but hearing the word beautiful in his language makes flutters erupt in my stomach.
I love it.
Misha rests his other hand beside my head, and pushing his chest off mine, he looks down and watches as he enters me another inch.
“Iisus Khristos, seeing how you wrap around me will make me lose my mind.”
I glance down, and I’m overcome with a sense of perfection as he pushes deeper inside me.
There’s a sharp pain that has me grabbing hold of his forearm next to my head.
“Bite me,” he orders.
“What?” I frown at him like he’s lost his mind.
He jerks his chin at his arm. “Bite me. I’m going to thrust hard.”
I turn my head, looking at the veins snaking beneath his skin, and as my lips part, Misha’s hardness fills me. The thrust is so freaking hard and painful that my teeth sink into his skin and muscle as a cry tears from me.
God.
Oh. God.
It hurts.
“Blyadʹ,” Misha growls through clenched teeth.
Freeing his arm from my bite, I lick over the indents my teeth left, then whisper, “Sorry.”
Then he freaking pushes deeper. My eyes squeeze shut, and I whimper from the sharp burn. It seriously feels like he’s tearing me in half, and I’m pretty sure his cock’s about to hit my lungs that are struggling to breathe.
“Sorry, krasivaya.” He rubs his hand up and down my hip as if he’s trying to comfort me.
Opening my eyes, it’s to find him staring at me with total devotion – as if he actually loves me.
Emotion fills every inch of me, and as my chin quivers, Misha leans down to press a tender kiss to my mouth.
He rests on his forearm, trapping my hand that’s still holding onto him for dear life, against the covers.
When he pulls out of me, I flinch from the burning sensation, but nothing can prepare me for the intense sharp pain as he plunges back inside.
“Misha,” I whimper when the ache is too much. “It hurts.”
“I know, moy malen'kiy olen',” he says with a strained voice. “I can’t go slower.”
“Then go faster,” I gasp through the tears. “Just go fast.”
His mouth brushes against mine, and with his breaths crashing with mine, he pulls out and practically hammers into me.
I clench my jaw as tears spiral down my temples. Misha must see the pain written all over my face because he pushes his arms beneath me, and locking me to his body, I feel his mouth by my ear as he growls, “I’m so fucking sorry it hurts.”
He slows his pace to a lazy plunge, and it feels like he’s trying to imprint the feel of me wrapped around him into his mind.
I feel completely full, and with the slower pace, the pain fades until it’s bearable.
When my body starts to relax, Misha lifts his head to look at my face. “Better?”
I nod, a trembling smile forming around my lips. “Much better.”
“Good,” he grumbles, “because this slow pace is fucking killing me.”
My free hand cups his jaw, and the tips of my fingers relish in the feel of the five O’clock shadow forming on his skin.
“I’m good. You can go faster,” I say to encourage him.
Misha moves away from me as he moves into a kneeling position between my legs. He pulls his hardness all the way out of me, and when I see the blood coating his angry-looking cock, my eyebrows dart up, my eyes widen, and my mouth drops open.
Is there something wrong with me for finding the sight of my blood on Misha’s cock hot?