Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Mishka’s eyes widened as I swooped down upon her, tilting her back and kissing her thoroughly, with a possession I did not know I was capable of until that moment.
“Now, I will kiss the bride,” Preacher said, reaching for Mishka. I yanked her away. I had heard stories about this outlandish behavior from the so-called ‘man of the cloth’. He did not let go of her hand. For a moment, we were caught in a tug of war with my startled bride in the middle. Finally, he grinned, lifted her hand, and pressed a long kiss to the back of it, holding my eyes.
“You are the bravest man alive,” Alexei said, not even joking. I had briefly considered murdering the older man. It was a good thing he had a wife and children at home. I knew he had actually kissed multiple brides in the past. If he had done that, I would have removed his lips.
I smiled at the thought.
“What was that?” Mishka asked, staring at me as I pulled her away from the crowd who had surrounded us to offer congratulations.
“What?”
“That smile?”
“Nothing, pet,” I said, squeezing her hand and kissing her again. I did not even break my stride as I hurried us towards the house.
“Where are we going? Isn’t it customary for there to be a party after a wedding?”
“There is. But I wanted to steal you away for a moment,” unable to resist the urge to kiss the surprised look off her luscious lips. Once again, I did not let her go or stop walking. I was on a mission.
A mission to make sweet love to my lawfully wedded wife.
Make love to her for the first time with our new legal status. It would be far from the last. I hoped it would be seventy years or more before I drew my last breath, hopefully with her underneath me, crying out in pleasure.
I could not wait to see what kind of woman she would grow into. I could not wait for gray hairs or crow’s feet. I could not wait to see every incarnation of this beautiful, remarkable, adorable, brilliant, ever-so-lovable woman that I adored.
Starting now.
“Anton!” She said, tugging back on my hand.
“What?” I asked, not the slightest bit annoyed. I smiled at her with what I imagined was a foolish looking grin on my face. I was besotted. Smitten. More in love than any man had ever been.
In the entire existence of humanity.
I loved her the way wolves loved the moon. The way the ocean loved the shore. The way a bee loved the bloom.
My very existence was centered around her now.
She was everything to me. Pure. Sweetness personified. Femininity incarnate.
And right now, I wanted to claim her for myself. To take her as my wife. As my woman. As the ultimate prize to be treasured and protected, forever.
I also wanted to do dirty, filthy things to her.
Now that she was my wife, no one could stop me.
Chapter 44
Mishka
“This is crazy,” I protested in Russian as my… husband dragged me into the house, up the stairs, and to the bedroom.
All past a handful of startled looking servants.
“There are guests!”
“Bikers. They won’t care.”
“I care! This is embarrassing,” I squawked as he slammed the bedroom door. “Everyone will know what we are doing!”
“So what? I am exercising my husbandly rights,” he said with a smirk. He kissed me hard and fast, then smirked at me again. “You are delicious. I must taste you.”
“Aren’t we supposed to dance? Or cut cake?”
“Later,” he insisted, as he lifted me on to the bed, and then my dress up to my waist. “First I taste you.”
I gasped as he pulled my panties down and dove face first between my legs. I let out a little squeak at the flood of sensations. This was different than the other times he had touched and tasted me. This time, he was on a mission.
He lapped at me like a dog trying to eat peanut butter off a spoon. I arched up, close to orgasming in seconds. It was too intense. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to never stop.
I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my entire body shaking without control. My back arched and my hips shook so hard that I literally bounced on the bed. If I could have thought clearly at all, I am sure I would have been embarrassed by the shudders or sounds I made.
When my husband appeared above me, he looked very, very pleased with himself. My shudders were barely slowing as he eased his way inside me.
“Hmmmfff?” I asked. I must have sounded ridiculous, because he grinned wider. I whimpered at the pressure and he stopped immediately, bracing himself on his thick forearms above me.
“Am I hurting you, Mishka?”
“Hmmm… uh uh,” I finally managed, using the American expression for no. He gave me a skeptical, concerned look. I exhaled and said firmly and clearly. “Nyet!”