Page 66 of Sinful Wrath

“So did you.” He thrusts inside me even harder. “I was going out of my mind trying to find you.”

“Y-you were?”

God, his cock fills me so deep that my pussy clenches around him.

Mikhail responds by crashing his mouth against mine.

I waste no time parting my lips so he can explore my mouth with his tongue, and I moan as I remember how that tongue felt between my thighs.

“Of course, I was,” he mutters against my lips, his voice thick with need.

My chest tightens at the thought of him being so worried about me. It only adds to my guilt, but after my narrow escape in the park, I vow never to betray him again.

This is going to be a fresh start for both of us.

He dips his head to capture my right nipple in his mouth.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” I arch into his touch.

His teeth graze over the sensitive bud, and I cry out again as he bites down.

“Mikhail!”

My hips buck, and I try my best to match his brutal pace, but our movements are becoming sloppy as our release builds together. I know I’ll likely have some bruises from how hard he’s gripping me, but I don’t care.

I want him to mark me, to claim me as his.

“Lucia,” he growls as he rests his forehead against mine, his expression pained as he tries to hold back.

“Come with me, Mikhail,” I pant.

I dig my heels into the hard muscle of his ass to force him even deeper.

His hand moves to grip my throat as he tightens his right arm around my waist.

I keep my eyes locked on him as my body starts to tense.

My thighs quiver around his waist as his cock brushes the sensitive inner walls of my pussy, and I might die from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh,yes!” I cry as my orgasm hits.

My body shudders as my pussy pulses around his cock.

“Mikhail…”

He releases his hold on my neck to brace his hand against the shower wall as he slams his cock inside me one last time.

“Fuck,” Mikhail grunts in my ear as he comes.

I continue to slowly grind my hips to work him through his release, soft moans escaping me as I feel him spill inside me.

The hot water cascades over our bodies as we try to catch our breath.

I let my fingers trail over the hard muscles of his shoulders, his chest, as I capture his mouth with my own.

Once is not enough, and I need more.

Mikhail reaches around me to shut off the water, and I hope he can read my silent request as I rub my breasts against his chest.