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!"

He smiled then, like a kid in a… well, a candy shop.

And then he started to move. My eyes closed as pleasure spun through my body like a series of spinning tops, moving in every direction. Everywhere our skin touched felt like magic. Like he was velvet and I was silk. His hard muscles and soft furred chest scraped my nipples deliciously. But the greatest pleasure came from where we joined, between our legs.

It was hard to believe anything on earth could feel this good, or was supposed to.

"I want to draw this out but I don't want to make you sore."

"Okay," I breathed, then added "I trust you."

That did it. Something about those words made him go wild. He was still careful not to be too rough, but the urgency in his movements skyrocketed. I started to climax again as I felt him swell inside me. A moment later he lost his tempo, bucking wildly on top of me, before shuddering as we came together.

He held me tightly as our breathing slowed, rolling us onto our sides, our bodies still joined. After a few breathless moments he looked at me, brushing my tousled hair away from my face. He kissed me, fierce and tender at once.

"Is it always like this?" I asked him, stunned by what had just happened between us.

He looked at me, his jaw slightly clenched. Then he shook his head. When his eyes met mine again, there was something raw and powerful in them. Almost… vulnerable.

"No. Never. It's never like this, Mishka."

My mouth opened, then shut. There was nothing to say to that. So, I said nothing, just let the feeling of warmth inside me spread until it filled my entire being.

I had never felt so safe or secure. It was similar to lying in bed as a child, with my papa in the other room. Raindrops against the window. A belly full of hot chocolate and cream. That evening's bedtime story still dancing through my mind.

"I suppose we should get back to our guests," he said, not moving.

"Yes," I said, suddenly worried. "How do I look?"

"Delicious," he said, biting my ear. "Scrumptious," he added.

"Anton! I mean do I look…" I trailed off, unsure how to phrase ‘recently made love to'.

"Thoroughly ravaged?" He teased. "I am afraid so."

I turned bright pink.

"Never fear, I can play lady's maid," he said slowly withdrawing from my body with a sigh. He stood and held out his hand. "Ready?"

"Not in the slightest," I joked. I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to the bathroom. We did not have time to shower, but he was true to his word and repaired my hair. We did our best to straighten our clothes, but we were both somewhat rumpled. Finally, we decided we needed to do something more. He changed his shirt and I slipped into one of the other wedding gowns, this one in a soft ivory, and the matching accessories.

"You look lovely, as always," he said, coming up behind me and kissing my ear. I loved the feeling of his big strong arms around me. His breath sent shivers down my spine at the same time that his warmth soothed and comforted me. His chest against my back was a foundation that I could relax against.

I could finally relax. I knew I would be cared for. Not that I could not take care of myself. I could. But I no longer had to.

Anton would protect me. Keep me safe. Do his best to make me happy. It was hard to imagine being happier. Only one thing would do that. Well, two.

And those visions came to me together. Sitting around a table. Eating. Anton was there, of course. My papa was there, too, looking hale and hearty. Andrei and Alexei were there as well, with Anastasia, her husband Vice, and now two little ones.

But it was what was in my arms that made my heart sing the loudest. Not my violin. For once I did not even think of my music when I imagined my future.

Nestled in my arms, was a sweet little babe of my own.