But I shake my head and let it slide off my shoulders. “No, you’ve made me wait long enough, Mikhail Petrov.” I place my arms behind me and lean on the seat, letting my thighs fall open. “I need you to fuck me right here, right now.”
“Leah, it’s too goddamn cold.” He chuckles, stepping between my thighs. “And I want to be able to see you fully when I make love to you.”
I reach for the waistband of his pants and run my hand over his erection. “You worried about the cold, Mikki?” I tease with a wink. “And I never said I wanted you to make love to me.” Sliding his zipper down, I reach in and stroke his hard length, eager to be utterly broken by this man and put back together.
Over and over.
His hands tangle in my hair as he dips down to kiss me.
“As much as I want to have you right now, you’re half-naked, it’s freezing, and my balls are shriveling up into my body as we speak.”
I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up my throat, but when his expression turns serious, I quiet down, and we find each other’s eyes in the darkness.
“I also want to be sure you’re okay,” he says, bringing the coat back over my shoulders. I rise to my knees and pull him in for another kiss. This is the Mikhail so very few know, and I have the privilege of being the woman he lets his guard down with.
CHAPTER 16
MIKHAIL
“Get back here.”
I pluck her from the doorway and lift her bridal style before stepping through the entrance of our cabin. The sound of her laughter warms my chest. I’ll never tire of it. It’s one of the first things I grew to love about her. She was and will always be the brightest light in my life. Nearly losing her tonight was a moment of reckoning.
On the drive back, I tormented myself with all the scenarios that could have played out had I not gotten to her in time. Every single one ended with me in prison or dead because living without her is not an option.
Not anymore. Not ever.
Kicking the bathroom door open, I place her on the vanity, tossing aside the damn coat. Next is her shirt, followed quickly by the black bra.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” (I love you.) I say, covering her nipple with my mouth.
Nails against my scalp, she tips her head back and releases the sweetest little moan. I’ve never forgotten the way she sang for me. It’s stayed imprinted in my memories through the years as torment.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, winding her legs around my torso and pulling me in as I kiss down her body, teeth and tongue savoring every inch.
“What did you say out there earlier? You want me to do what?” My questions go unanswered, replaced by a gasp when I bite down on her tight nipple.
“Shit...” she whines as my teeth mark the other.
“Say it,” I growl, hand around her throat.
Leah locks eyes with me and grins. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Make me cry... then do it again.”
As much as I want to take my time worshiping her the way she deserves, tearing her apart is precisely what we both need. I’ve gone too fucking long without this woman.
My clothes fall to the floor next to hers.
“I don’t think there’s anything you could ask for that I won’t give you,” I say, her hair clutched in my hand. “That’s the power you have over me, pretty girl. Only you.”
“So shut up and fuck me already.” She chuckles over my lips and strokes my cock firm and slow, forcing me to double over and bite down on her shoulder.
“I need you to know that you’re mine.” I lift one of her legs and then the other, her feet on the vanity, as I indulge my eyes in her beautiful cunt, open and dripping for me. “You’re going to be my wife.” Pressing my thumb to her clit, I rub tight circles. “Have my babies.”
“Fuck...Mikhail.” She gasps when I push two fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her tremble.
“You’re going to be my queen, Leah.”
I lick up her wet slit, and her thighs shake around my head as I devour her like the sweetest goddamn fruit.
“I’m taking you home with me. Not another day without you, my love.”
She bucks her hips with every stroke, sharp nails piercing my scalp. I could die between her legs, but I need to claim what’s mine. Throwing her knee over my shoulder and pressing one last kiss to her swollen pussy, I straighten and align myself at her entrance.
“Do it,” she begs, rocking forward.
“My pretty girl, begging me to fuck her.” As I slide inside, she hisses, body stiffening slightly as I spread her open. “God, I missed you.”
Smoothing my hands under her ass, I angle her toward me. “Just like that,” I rasp, bottoming out inside her and stilling for a moment as I regain my composure. She’s so goddamn tight that it feels like her pussy is choking my dick. “This sweet cunt was made for me.”
Home.
Everything falls into place.
The chase is over.
I slam into her at a steady rhythm, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
