NOVPUB"And you were," Cerys whispered, her voice catching as his lips traveled lower, tracing the curve of her neck. "I wanted… I needed…"
"You need me?" Mikhailis's voice was a low, teasing growl, and he caught her mouth again, his tongue sweeping against hers, slow and deliberate, coaxing another desperate moan from her. "Then show me… don't just say it."
Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she leaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with his, twisting, flicking, pulling back only to dive in again. Their mouths moved with a fierce, hungry rhythm, each kiss more desperate, more demanding than the last. Her hips rocked against him, and he groaned, his grip tightening on her thighs.
Her hands pushed beneath his shirt, exploring the hard lines of his chest, her nails leaving faint red trails that sent a shiver down his spine. His own hands slid higher, pushing her shirt up, exposing more of her toned, scarred skin. He leaned back, eyes dark with hunger, taking in the sight of her—her flushed cheeks, her tousled red hair, her lips swollen from their kisses.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and then his lips were on hers again, tongue slipping past her lips, teasing, tasting. He kissed her deeper, his tongue twisting with hers, drawing soft, desperate sounds from her that sent heat pooling low in his belly.
Cerys gasped against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She shifted in his lap, her body pressing against his, and he felt the heat of her through the thin fabric that separated them. His hands slid to her hips, guiding her, pressing her closer, his tongue sweeping against hers in slow, sensual strokes.
Their kiss became a battle, each trying to claim the other, tongues twisting, sliding, tasting. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she responded with a soft, breathless laugh, her own tongue darting forward, tracing the curve of his lips before slipping inside, finding his again.
Mikhailis's lips left hers, tracing a path down her jaw, his tongue flicking against the soft skin of her neck, tasting the faint salt of sweat, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. "You taste… addictive," he whispered, his voice rough, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone.
"Then don't stop," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, pulling him closer, her mouth finding his again, their tongues tangling once more, hungrier now, desperate.
Mikhailis's hands slid to her waist, gripping her, and with a smooth, fluid motion, he stood, lifting her with him. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she kissed him deeper, her tongue pressing against his, her breath mingling with his in a heated, feverish rhythm. He carried her, their lips never parting, until her back met the soft cushions of the couch.
He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers, his mouth capturing hers once more, his tongue teasing, tracing, exploring. Her fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it free, her hands roaming over his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the hard lines of muscle beneath.
Their tongues danced, twisted, her gasps swallowed by his mouth, their bodies pressing together, heat building between them. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of her ear, and she shivered, her nails digging into his back.
"Say it," he whispered, his voice a husky growl. "Say you want me."
"I do… I always do," she whispered, her voice breathless, desperate, her lips finding his again, her tongue pressing against his, teasing, tasting. Her hips rocked against him, and he groaned, his own need burning hot and urgent.
He broke the kiss, his mouth moving lower, tracing the line of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her back arched, and he tasted the salt of her skin, the heat of her pulse, and the faint hint of cinnamon and vanilla from her soap.
His lips traced lower, moving over her collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the hollow at the base of her throat. Her breath caught, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She moaned, a low, needy sound that made his pulse race.
He kissed a slow, deliberate path down her chest, his tongue teasing each rib, tasting her skin, the salt of her sweat. His hands moved to her shirt, tugging the hem up, exposing more of her torso, and his mouth followed, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her ribs, her abdomen.
Her breath came in soft, desperate gasps, her fingers clenching his hair, pulling him closer. He traced the lines of her hips with his tongue, her muscles quivering beneath his touch. She was hot, so hot, and each gasp and whimper he drew from her only made him burn hotter.
He nipped at the curve of her hipbone, and she gasped, arching toward him, her body begging for more. His mouth found her inner thigh, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending a shudder through her. He moved higher, his tongue flicking out to taste the hollow near the juncture of her legs, her body pressing up, desperate, needy.
He teased her, his tongue tracing the contour of her hip, then moving inward, just enough to draw a gasp from her. Her hands clenched in his hair, her nails grazing his scalp, and she arched, trying to press against his mouth.
His lips moved lower, teasing her, his tongue darting out to flick over her. Her breath caught, her nails digging into his shoulders, and her hips rolled, seeking more.
Mikhailis looked up at her, his eyes dark, hungry, his mouth curved in a wicked grin. "Say you want me," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble.
"I want you," she breathed, her voice shaking, her body trembling with need.
"Louder."
"I want you, Mikhailis." Her voice was a low, urgent plea.
He held her gaze, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Her head fell back, her eyes closing, a low moan escaping her lips.
"Good girl." He smiled, his voice a low, hungry growl. His mouth descended on her, his tongue stroking, teasing, tasting at her sacred cave. She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His teeth grazed her, and her hips bucked, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He teased her, his tongue dancing over her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clenched in his hair, her hips rocking against him, desperate for more. He obliged, his tongue slipping inside, stroking, teasing, tasting.
Her cries grew louder, her body writhing beneath him. He kept his pace, his tongue circling her, tracing the contours, the folds, the sensitive places that made her shiver. She was close, so close, her body tensing, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Mnnh!"
"MMNNHH!!"
He held her on the edge, drawing out her pleasure, her release. Finally, she shattered, her body shaking, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. He felt her clench around his tongue, felt her release wash over her, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his mouth.
He didn't stop, didn't let her rest. He kept moving, his tongue coaxing her through her orgasm, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs clamping around his head.
"C-CUMMINGG!!"
Finally, she slumped, spent and trembling. Mikhailis sat up, his mouth curving in a smug, satisfied grin.
"You liked that, huh?"
Cerys could only nod, her breath still ragged.
"Good." Mikhailis leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Cerys moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for another desperate kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, the salty-sweet flavor only making her hungrier. She kissed him deeply, their tongues twisting, her body pressed against his, her hips rocking, seeking more.
Mikhailis broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin below her ear. She shivered, her hands sliding down his chest, her nails raking his skin.
"What are you going to do to me?" she breathed, her voice a low, throaty whisper.
"Anything I want." His voice was a husky growl, his breath hot against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Make me yours," she whispered, her hips rolling, pressing against him.
"Mmn..." no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
"I want to feel you inside me."
"You will." He kissed her, his tongue teasing hers, his hand sliding down her chest, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. He cupped her, his thumb flicking over her nipple, sending a shiver through her.
"Ah..."
His hand slid lower, fingers dipping between her legs, finding her slick and ready.
"Mnh..."
"Yes..."
"More."
His fingers stroked her, teasing, exploring. She gasped, her hips bucking against him, seeking more.
"Please."
His lips moved to her neck, his tongue flicking against her skin. His fingers circled her, teasing her entrance, his thumb brushing her clit.
"Yes..."
"Oh god..."
"Yes, Mikhailis."
"Fuck me."
"Mikhailis."
Finally, Mikhailis replied.
"Cerys."
His gigantic slid inside her, slowly, deliberately. Her hips rose to meet him, her body accepting him, pulling him deeper.
"MNNNHHH!! AHHNNN!!!"
