Chapter 37

Anton

The moment was finally at hand. It was truly happening. Mishka was at last at my mercy. At my command.

Mishka was mine to worship and adore.

My hands were almost trembling as I started to explore her incredible body. She was so lovely; it was almost supernatural. As if the ancient Gods of Greece had reached down and made a perfect human girl, and then put her in my path to confound and delight me. It was a cruel and wonderful trick. I was in awe of the beautiful angel laying so innocently on the bed beneath me. The trust in her eyes was nearly my undoing.

I made a heartfelt, silent vow to never betray that trust. To be the man I saw reflected in her eyes. To be the best possible version of myself, and pray that it was enough.

I devoured her with my eyes, my hands, and relished the feeling of our exposed chests pressing together for the first time.

Her skin was the flawless color and texture of rose petals. Or cream. Or silk. Her huge heavily fringed eyes were wide with curiosity. But not fear.

As a man who had spent his entire life being feared and loathed, it was heady. Intoxicating. It tore down the last of my defenses. I loved this woman with my whole heart.

Nothing would stop me from claiming her. Nothing.

I went wild.

I kissed her glorious, pert breasts, suckling and tasting and touching. The shape of her body was fascinating to me. Feminine and beyond alluring. Perfection in human form. She might have been sculpted by a master, by Michelangelo himself, but she was not cold marble, but flesh and blood. Soft and yielding and needing my strength and protection… something I was more than eager to provide.

I could not get enough of her. I took a little nip, letting my teeth graze the hard point of her nipple. She gasped and arched her back. All of this is new to her, I reminded myself. But I could not slow down. She made a soft mewling sound. I growled in response. And then I moved lower.

I kissed the flat plain of her belly, marveling at the way her waist nipped in so perfectly, and reveling in the gentle swell of her hips. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

That anyone had ever seen, since the beginning of time. I would have bet my fortune on it. I would have bet my life on it.

I had always loved to paint, but now I understood what motivated the masters. I had attempted to paint her beauty and passion from the videos captured without her knowledge. I felt a twinge of guilt thinking of that. It would be far better and more enjoyable to paint her in close proximity. But how could I ever capture such perfection? I would try, I vowed. I would spend the rest of my life trying.

Our homes would be filled with portraits of Mishka, I decided. No other art would grace the walls. My sole subject would be her beauty, and the blessings of our children, if we were lucky enough to have any… Another mission I would spend my life working towards.

But for now… I would finally get what I had wanted from the moment I looked down and saw the beautiful woman child at my feet in Barlov's candy shop. My beautiful, precious Mishka. I would not rush, as much as my base desires were screaming out for relief. I had waited so long… wanted her for so long… it felt like an eternity.

What was a few moments longer? Especially a few moments filled with such bliss? The anticipation was building for us both. I had to guide her, to ride the wave, to draw our pleasure out for as long as possible.

All in the hope that I would not hurt her tender flesh when the moment arrived…

My body tensed as I leaned back, letting my hands follow the contours of her insanely beautiful body. I slid them up again, this time dragging the edges of her white lace panties down over her hips. I held her eyes, watching as her breathing picked up speed, resisting the urge to devour her with my eyes.

Just as I intended to devour her with my lips.

I scooted back, pulling her panties all the way down those gorgeous legs and finally looking at her. At all of her.

She was more than perfect. She was resplendent. Soft, feminine, inviting, but more than that. She glowed with the purity of her spirit.

We were complete opposites. I was the devil in the flesh. And she… she was an angel.

An angel with a halo I was about to tarnish. But it would not hurt. I would keep her safe, even from myself. I would give her the best of me, and nothing else. She would never know of the darkness that was my past. She would only see the future, which would be a new world entirely.

But for now… I had a very different landscape in mind to explore.

I leaned down and started moving up her thighs, very carefully, very slowly, so as not to frighten my precious little virgin. I pressed my lips to the pale silk of her thighs, savoring each taste, loving the freedom to roam that she was allowing me, my fingers gliding over every inch of her.

I came closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, where a soft patch of dark curls concealed my prize. Most, but not all of her was concealed. Two petal soft lips pouted temptingly under my searching gaze. I leaned forward to kiss her, before she could get nervous. I knew better than to push my luck.

Slow and steady was the only way to win this particular race.

The urge to rush and the urge to linger, to savor, battled fiercely within me. I wanted to be doing everything to her, and with her, all at once. A nobler, but still present part of me wanted to simply hold her, look at her, feel her heart against mine.

To treasure her, and this moment, forever.

But there was no stopping what we had set in motion. I was a wild man, an animal, focused only on her. In truth, I was as ravenous as a rambunctious teenager. It had been at least that long since I went without a woman for any stretch of time, let alone months of celibacy. But from the moment I laid eyes on Mishka, only she would do.

I pressed a kiss to the bare flesh of her thigh, then moved upwards, unable to stop myself, and unable to spare her tender sensibilities. I would have her completely. I would make her mine.

I let the wild man inside me loose, once and for all.