“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.