Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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This was the part of the ceremony that Mikhail had been anticipating since the moment he woke up that morning. He didn’t need to attend to the guests. Boris and Danyl would deal with them. Instead, he got to have his bride all to himself for the night.
She looked stunning. The dress she wore was like a second skin, highlighting all her curves, which was exactly what he’d demanded. When it came to Galina, he wanted her to look and feel like a princess, and she did.
He’d been starstruck the moment she walked down the aisle, and he was glad the priest had been able to talk, because the truth was, he didn’t think he was capable of talking. Only when it came time to say his vows had he been in control.
Watching her now, looking down at the bed, he saw how nervous she was. He refused to make jokes or even attempt to lighten the mood. Instead, he flicked the lock into place, so they would have privacy, and then closed the distance between them.
Placing his hands on her hips, he moved in closer, wrapped his arms around her, and then pressed his face against her neck. She tensed up, just for a second, but then seemed to sink against him. He waited, allowing her to get used to him, and then kissed her neck.
“I’m nervous,” she said.
“I know.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She let out a chuckle.
“Then how about you relax and trust me?”
“Do you have any idea how hard that is?” Galina asked. “For years, I have tried to avoid you, kept out of your way.”
“I was a dick. We both know that, but now I’m your husband. I’m not an asshole kid trying to make your life miserable.”
She spun around in his arms. “Why did you?”
“Because I could? I don’t know why, Galina. I never allowed anyone else to touch you. You were my target. Mine and no one else’s, and I made sure everyone knew it.” He slowly moved his hands up to cup her face. “I was a jerk. I was an asshole. I don’t know why I did it, because when I knew I’d hurt you, left those bruises on you, I stopped. I didn’t want to hurt you. But I know I wanted you to be thinking about me constantly.”
He needed them to stop talking about this so he pulled her close, sinking his fingers into her hair and holding her in place as he kissed her.
Galina at first didn’t move. Her hands were by her side, but then he felt them near his stomach, but slowly travel up his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Mikhail used this opportunity to pull her in close. He didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second, and she let out a little moan. He swallowed it down. Running his hands across her back and then, one by one, began to open the buttons of her dress. With each button he loosened, he felt the dress start to give, and as he took care of the last one, the dress fell to the floor.
He broke the kiss and then held her hand, giving her space to step out of the dress. Mikhail let her go, picked up the dress, and moved it over to the chair in the corner of the room. Next, he moved back to her, feeling his cock harden at the sight of her in sheer lingerie that did nothing to hide her beautiful body from him. She looked stunning.
Her tight red nipples were on display, as was her pretty cunt. She was beautiful.
He stepped back toward her, took care of the bra, followed by the panties, and then Galina was finally standing before him completely naked. His beautiful bride. His wife. His fucking everything.
And she had no idea how he felt.
Wrapping his arms around her, he took possession of her lips and moved her back so she dropped to the bed. He nudged her back even more, and then spread her legs on the edge of the bed.
Pressing a kiss to her stomach, he began to trail down. As he did so, he removed his shirt. Next, he took care of his pants and boxer briefs, removing them from his body with a speed that would have normally surprised him—but he wanted Galina.
His cock was so fucking hard that being trapped in pants had become painful, so he had no choice but to take care of his dick. Mikhail moved closer to her pussy, and began to lick and suck at her precious cunt, then slid his tongue down to circle her entrance. He wanted to push his tongue deep inside her, but he’d wait. His cock got to have that privilege, not his tongue.
Drawing his tongue back up to her clit, he began to focus on her nub, sliding his tongue back and forth, working her clit, and he heard her gasp. The tension inside her melted away as he played with her body, getting her ready to take his cock. He needed her wet, soaking, and so mindless from the orgasm he was going to give her, that she wouldn’t feel much pain. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He never wanted to hurt his woman.