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.
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?
Misha sees my reaction, the corner of his mouth lifts into a wicked grin, then he swipes his finger through the blood and brings it to his mouth.
My breaths speed up as I watch him suck my blood off his fingertip, then he says, “Tvoya krov’ na vkus sladkaya, malen’kiy olen’.”
Hearing him say my blood tastes sweet has my core flooding with heat, and I wish I could rub my thighs together to create some much-needed friction.
Then, as if the man is trying to make me spontaneously combust, he wraps his fingers around his cock and slowly pumps into his fist.
Holy. Shit. I’m dead.
“That’s so hot,” I admit with a hoarse voice, unable to hide how turned on I am.
Misha brings his bloody hand to my face, and he coats my lips, jaw, and cheek with the remnants of my virginity.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he growls, his eyes burning on me with extreme possessiveness.
He moves down to my neck, and when his fingers wrap around my throat, I smell a mixture of copper and arousal.
As his fingers tighten, threatening to cut off my air supply, he slams back inside me. I grab his forearm with both my hands, my nails tearing into his skin when he starts to fuck me hard.
The pain mixes with intense pleasure, and as weird as it may sound, I love it so much that my hips begin to move to meet every rough thrust from Misha.
Our bodies find a rhythm that’s uniquely ours. It’s both filthy and sweet, brutal and tender, addictive and obsessive.
We become one in a way I never thought was possible, and it feels as if we claim a piece of each other’s souls.