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He smiles and runs his fingers down my face and hovers at my lips, that strangely part as he dips a finger inside them. He caresses my chin, holding it carefully and whispers, “You don’t like this.”
My eyes are fluttering with the need to shut out his intensity and yet his soft touch and masculine scent are causing ripples of pleasure to caress my body.
“No.” I lie as his lips hover against mine and his soft breath dances across my lies.
They briefly touch mine and I resist the urge to press in closer, to experience the gentle touch of a man who has only appeared rough and rather scary so far.
He bites down softy on my lower lip and a small moan escapes me as his hand pushes up under my breast and his thumb caresses the curve.
My entire soul lights up as he kisses me slowly, with a softness that surprises me and I can’t help leaning in closer, as if he is holding an outstretched hand with food for the starving. My senses are shot to pieces as the world falls away and we are the only ones left in it.
He deepens the kiss, as he unhooks my bra, gently removing the last shred of decency I own and yet it doesn’t feel wrong. If anything, I am grateful for the freedom. For the chance to experience his skin on mine. To delight in the moment.
He nips my lip between his teeth, and I lean closer, his fingers trailing across my back, causing a pleasure wave to roll through my body. Why the fuck are my panties still here? They are the last thing standing of my resistance and I want them gone so badly. To grind my sodden pussy against his hard length, that is currently reminding me of what I am craving for.
My words have no meaning now. Everything I told him is revealed as a lie and right in this moment, he could do what the hell he wants with me because I am lost. In the moment, the sensation and lost in him. There’s a first time for everything, I suppose, and now I know what I suspected for some time.
I desire something more. Something I never imagined was real. Desire to surrender to a man because I want to, and not because he demands it.
CHAPTER 15
MIKHAIL
She is hiding from me. Her words don’t match up with her actions. There is something holding her back and yet now, as she trembles in my arms, she is submitting to me. It’s as if she craves affection. A soft touch. Intimacy of the mind rather than the body. She is lost, begging to be found, and she responds well to kindness. To being cherished, even. Not physical sex, but emotion.
I should stop this now because that man isn’t me. I don’t give reassurances, and I don’t throw affection around like confetti. I don’t have any, but this exploration of my assassin’s body and mind is fascinating to me.
Women don’t tremble in my arms. They are too busy trying to prove they are worth my time. She couldn’t give a fuck, which makes it all the sweeter. I must prove myself to her, not the other way around, and taking the soft approach is more pleasurable than I thought it would be.
I want to go further. To explore at leisure and watch her bloom like a beautiful rose. I want to coax her delights from inside her, knowing I am the first man who has. For her to delight under my soft touch. To lean toward me like a flower to the sun.
She is curious for the lesson. Her body is betraying her mind, and she is powerless against it. Her emotions will be all over the place and she will hate herself. She doesn’t want me, just the experience, and yet she will be ashamed when the mist clears and reality bites back hard.
Right now, I have Lilli exactly where I want her. Quivering in my arms waiting for my next move. My cock jerks against her pussy, still protected by the silk barrier that would take seconds to remove. I could slip the fabric aside and revel in the glorious sensation of sliding my cock home. Her virgin walls clenching against it, resisting at first and then opening like a treasure trove of pleasure. She can control me, not the other way around, and I’m curious about that.
This is new to me. Holding a freshly picked rose in my hands, carefully keeping away from the thorns. One jagged spike in my heart will let the poison in. It’s why I have my rules. My code of conduct if you like because the last thing I want is to care. To consider another person’s feelings over mine and to be responsible for another life.
Now is the right time to pull away. To end my fascination with this woman. To erect the impenetrable wall between us that has served me well in the past.
But her hot breath dancing across my lips is exhilarating. Her whispered moans like the call of a siren and her soft body fits so well against mine.
I am desperate to push inside the forbidden. To dance in her liquid desire, knowing I am the first to do so. To own every inch of her as she falls under my spell. To play with her emotions and control every thought in her head. I am the puppet master, and she is my toy and rather than walk away from that, I want to grip her hard and never let go. I could ruin Lilli whatever her last name is. I could eat her whole and leave nothing on the table.
I am drowning in unknown water and rather than swim to the shore I am allowing the waves to envelop me. To drown in the impossible. To take the next step and so I whisper against her lips, “Do you trust me, Lilli?”
“Of course not.” She gasps as I allow the cold air in between us. It makes me smile against her lips. “Good answer.”
My fingers slide under the elastic of her panties, and she gasps as they drift over her clit. One touch is all it would take to watch her fall apart.
I’m aware of that as she trembles in my arms, too far gone to stop this if she wanted to.
“You’re curious.” I whisper as my thumb presses down on her clit and she moans, a gush of wet heat coating my fingers.
Her heart thumps against my chest as I kiss her long and slow, savoring every touch and every second of being inside her. I edge my finger into her wet heat and hiss at the walls clenching it, only imagining the pleasure it will bring to my cock.
She pushes down harder, and I rub her clit with my thumb as my fingers dance in the rain. Her eyes flicker, her lashes dusting my cheeks as I search for the spot I’m guessing she doesn’t even know is there.
“Mikhail.” Her soft use of my name causes my heart to thump. It’s soft, seductive, even and loaded with pleasure. I am playing her like an instrument, learning as I go. This is new to me. It’s addictive and I am trying so hard not to scare her away.
