Page 58 of His Stolen Bride

“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he mutters, voice muffled between my legs, rough with hunger. His mouth works harder, tongue lashing against my clit in tight, fast circles, then diving back to thrust inside me, mimicking what I crave from him. My hips jerk, but he doesn’t let up, one hand sliding down to spread me wider, fingers digging into my inner thigh as his lips seal around my most sensitive spot, sucking hard. “Come on, baby, let go for me,” he urges, the words vibrating against me, and I’m spiraling, the pressure building wild and fast.

I can’t form words, just broken gasps, as he pushes me closer to the edge. His tongue flicks with brutal precision, alternating between deep, penetrating strokes and sharp, teasing licks, and I feel my body tightening, a coil ready to snap. “Mikhail—oh God,” I choke out, head tipping back against the glass, and he chuckles into my pussy. His fingers join in, one slipping inside me, curling just right to hit that spot while his mouth keeps working my clit, and I’m gone.

My climax hits like a storm, raw and overwhelming, and I cry out, legs shaking uncontrollably as I come. He doesn’t pull away, not for a second, groaning as he takes it all, tongue lapping eagerly, drinking me down like it’s the only thing he needs. “Fuck yes, that’s it, Alina,” he rasps, voice thick with lust, lapping at me through the aftershocks as my body quakes, hips bucking against his face. My knees start to give, but his hands hold me steady, keeping me pressed to the wall while waves of pleasure pulse through me, each lick drawing out the high until I’m a whimpering mess.

“You’re so damn perfect when you come like that,” he growls, finally pulling back, his lips and chin glistening with me as he rises to his feet. I’m still trembling, breath ragged, when he grips my waist and spins me around to face him, my back now pressed to the cold glass. His eyes are wild, burning with need, and I can see the strain in his jaw, the way his chest heaves as he fights for control. “Look at me, baby,” he says, voice a command, and I do, meeting that dark gaze as his hands slide down to grip my thighs, lifting me just enough to pin me against the wall.

My dress is a tangled mess around my waist, underwear shoved aside, and I feel so exposed, so raw, but the hunger in his expression makes me ache for more. “I’ve missed this pussy,” he murmurs, one hand moving to grip himself, dragging the thick head of his cock through my wetness, teasing at my entrance. My breath hitches, body still hypersensitive from the orgasm, and I squirm, wanting him inside, needing that stretch. “You ready for me?” he asks, voice rough, eyes locked on mine, and I nod, desperate, hands clutching his shoulders.

“Say it,” he demands, rubbing himself against me, the heat and hardness of him making me whine. “Tell me you want my cock, Alina.” His words are filthy, dripping with intent, and I can’t hold back, not when he’s teasing me like this, dragging the tip over my clit, sending sparks through my still-shaking body. “I want it,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Please, Mikhail, I need you inside me.”

“That’s my girl,” he grits out, a faint smirk curling his lips, but it’s gone in a flash as he shifts, aligning himself. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady against the glass, and I feel the broad head of him press against me, stretching just enough to make me gasp before he pushes in slow, deliberate, filling me inch by inch. He’s so thick, so long, and the burn of it, mixed with the slickness still coating me, has me moaning, head falling back against the wall as he buries himself deeper, claiming every part of me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, pausing halfway, letting me adjust, but I can feel the tension in him, the way he’s holding back. My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on, and he thrusts a little more, stretching me further, the sensation so intense I can barely breathe. “Take it all, baby,” he mutters, voice strained, and I nod, panting, feeling him slide deeper still, until he’s almost fully seated, the weight of him inside me overwhelming in the best way. His hips press to mine, and I’m pinned completely, trapped between his body and the glass, every nerve on fire as he holds there, letting me feel every hard inch.

“Goddamn, I’ve missed this,” he says, voice low, one hand sliding up to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheek as his other hand grips my thigh, keeping me open for him. My body clenches around him on instinct, and he hisses, eyes darkening. “You feel that? How fucking perfect we fit?” he asks, and I can only whimper in response, still trembling from before, now intensified by the way he fills me, stretching me to my limit. He pulls back just a fraction, then rocks forward again, a shallow thrust that makes me gasp, my hands tightening on him as I brace for more.

“How did I ever think I could live without this?” he murmurs darkly, fucking me like he needs his cock inside my cunt to merely live. “I need it. I need you. Fuck, Alina, you’re mine. Mine,” he growls, mouth brushing my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “And don’t you ever forget it.” I can feel the barely restrained power in him, the way his muscles tense as he holds himself in check, and I know he’s waiting, watching for my reaction, wanting me to beg for it.

My lips part, a plea ready to spill out, but he shifts again, pushing even deeper, and my mind blanks, overwhelmed by the feel of him, the heat, the sheer size as he claims me completely against the cold glass.

19

MIKHAIL

I’ve got Alina pinned against the glass, her body trembling under me as I push my cock deeper, feeling her tight heat clutch around every fucking inch. My hands grip her hips hard, keeping her steady, and I can’t tear my eyes off her—lips parted, eyes half-lidded with need, chest heaving as she takes me. “Yes baby girl,” I growl, my voice rough with hunger, and I thrust once, slow but hard, watching her gasp, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“You feel that, baby?” I rasp, pulling back just to drive in again, deeper this time. “Feel how I fill you up?” Her moan is high and broken, and it’s music to my ears, stoking the fire in my gut. I’m not gentle, not tonight—I’m the Pakhan, and she’s mine to claim. My hands slide down, grabbing her thighs, and I hoist her up in one fluid move, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct as I hold her weight against the glass.

“Hold on tight, Alina,” I order, and she does, arms looping around my neck as I start moving, each thrust slamming her back against the wall with a thud. Her head tips back, exposing that pretty throat, and I lean in, biting down just enough to mark her while I fuck into her. “You like that, don’t you?” I say. “Like being fucked like you’re mine to break.” She whimpers, nodding, and I feel her clench around me, driving me wild.

I’m not staying here, though. This balcony isn’t enough. I need her spread out for me, all mine to ruin. With her still wrapped around me, I turn, kicking the glass door open with my boot, and stride through, my cock still buried deep as I carry her. Her breath hitches with every step, every jolt, and I smirk, tightening my grip. “I’m not done with you,” I tell her, and she shivers against me, her hands clutching tighter.

We reach the bed, and I drop her onto it, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress as I pull out just long enough to yank her dress the rest of the way off. She’s a fucking sight—hair messy, skin flushed, legs still trembling from before. I don’t waste time, climbing over her, pushing her thighs apart with my knees as I settle between them. “Spread wide for me, malyshka,” I command, and she does, eyes locked on mine, full of want.

I grip my cock, guiding it back to her entrance, and push in slow this time, letting her feel every thick inch as I stretch her open again. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I grunt, bottoming out, my hips flush to hers. Her moan is loud, unashamed, and I start moving, thrusting deep in missionary, my hands bracing on either side of her head as I watch her face twist with pleasure. “Take it, baby, take every fuckin’ bit of me,” I say, snapping my hips harder, the bed creaking under us.

Her hands grab at my back, nails raking my skin, and I hiss, loving the sting as I pound into her, each thrust rocking her body up the mattress. “You gonna come again for me?” I ask, leaning down to suck at her neck, teeth grazing. “I wanna feel you shatter on my cock.” She’s close—I can tell by the way her breath stutters, the way she tightens around me, and I don’t let up, driving into her with everything I’ve got.

“Mikhail—oh, fuck,” she gasps, and then she’s there, her whole body seizing as she comes hard, her pussy gripping me like a vise, milking me as she cries out. I slow just enough to ride it out with her, feeling her pulse around me, but I’m not done—not by a long shot. “Good girl,” I murmur, pulling out slowly, her slickness coating me as I slide down her body, my hands pushing her thighs apart again.

“Look at this mess you made,” I say, voice rough with approval, and I dip my head, dragging my tongue through her folds, tasting her fresh orgasm, sweet and sharp on my lips. She whimpers, oversensitive, hips bucking under me, but I hold her down, licking up every drop, sucking at her clit just to hear her moan again. “Fuckin’ delicious,” I growl against her, taking my time, savoring her as she shakes beneath me.

But I want more control, complete and total. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I climb back up, reaching a silk tie. “Hands up, Alina,” I order, and she obeys, eyes wide but trusting as I bind her wrists together, securing them tight to the post above her head. Her chest rises and falls fast, and I smirk, settling between her legs again, my hands spreading her thighs wide.

“Just like that,” I tell her, gripping my cock, still rock-hard and slick with her, and I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head against her swollen folds, teasing just enough to make her squirm. I start to push in, watching her face as I stretch her open once more, feeling her heat pull me in.

Her thighs tremble under my hands as I spread her wider, settling my weight over her, and I can’t hold back the growl in my throat. “Fuck, you take me so good,” I say, my voice rough as gravel, and I thrust hard, making her body jolt up the bed. Her moan fuels me, my hips snapping against hers with brutal rhythm.

“Mikhail—God,” she pants, her eyes locked on mine, full of need, and I smirk, leaning down to bite at her jaw, my teeth grazing her skin.

“You love this, don’t you? Being tied up, fucked hard by your Pakhan,” I rasp, and I pound into her again, the bedframe rattling with every move. Her pussy clenches around me, so damn tight, and I can feel every ripple, every shudder as I drive deeper, claiming every inch of her.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop,” she begs, her voice breaking, and I don’t plan to, not when she’s like this, spread out and mine. My hands grip her hips, pulling her into each thrust, and I watch her breasts bounce with the force, nipples hard as I lean down to suck one into my mouth, teeth nipping just enough to make her cry out.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” I growl against her skin, switching to the other side, tongue flicking over her. “I can feel it, baby, squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Her head thrashes on the pillow, wrists tugging at the silk tie, and I thrust harder, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her, relentless, until her moans turn to sharp gasps. “Mikhail, I’m—fuck!” she chokes out, and then she’s coming, her walls pulsing around my cock, gripping me like a vice as her whole body shakes beneath me. I slow just for a second, letting her ride it out, but I’m not stopping, not when I’m this close myself, the heat building low in my gut.