Chapter 46

Chapter

Forty-Six

"Happiness is only real when shared."

― Jon Krakauer

Sofiya

"Say it again," Mikha?l whispered, his thrusts becoming more intense.

I shook my head, trying to push him back.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our clothes had been thrown off ages ago.

After two orgasms, I was now panting like I'd run a marathon.

He shifted to missionary, pinning my arms above my head while my legs wrapped around his waist.

The rhythm of his movements sent shivers through me, and a throaty moan escaped my lips .

"I'm your husband now, dorogaya ," he whispered in my ear before giving it a rough bite. "You have to obey me."

"N-not yet," I managed to say between ragged breaths.

"The moment you said yes, you sold your soul to me," he chuckled, biting down hard on my neck before licking the wound. His pace quickened as I shut my eyes, unable to speak. "Say it again."

"I love you," I moaned as he teased my breasts, his mouth capturing a nipple. "I love you so much."

As soon as the words slipped from my lips, fucked me harder, his hand firmly wrapped around my throat while the other held my hips in a tight grip. His lips trailed along my ear, leaving a wet trail behind.

"Fuck, yeah," he murmured against my earlobe, his tongue flicking over it. "Only me. You're mine till the end of time, and I'll kill anyone who dares to say otherwise."

I couldn't even talk anymore, just gasping for air as my body shook with heat.

My nails were digging into his back, marks of how badly I needed him.

"Gosh," I breathed out. "I love it."

"Me or my cock?" He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and dug my nails deeper in his skin. "Both."

"That's because I was made for you, dorogaya ," he winked, dropping a kiss on my lips.

I couldn't help but smile. "And you were made for me too."

He followed with another sweet kiss to my lips.

"Come on, cum for me," he urged, moving faster and pushing me closer to the edge .

And then it hit me, pleasure exploding throughout my body.

I couldn't hold back, and I moaned his name so loudly it felt like all of New York could hear, just like he promised.

His thrusts became wild and unrestrained as he whispered in my ear, praising me for screaming his name and coming all over his cock.

He then let out a deep groan, releasing my neck and grabbing my breasts, his nails digging into my flesh as he came.

Afterward, he slumped down next to me, his breathing heavy.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, and he drew me close, wrapping his arms around me as I nestled my face against his chest.

" Itak, eto ray ," he whispered against my head, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"What does that mean?" I asked, looking up at him.

" So, this is paradise ," he translated, a soft smile playing on his lips.

My heart fluttered.

"You'll have to teach me some Russian," I murmured, my eyes never leaving his. "I feel like I'm missing out."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. "I'd be happy to teach you. Plus, I know a few ways to keep you focused."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

He hummed, his voice dropping lower. " Da , and every single one of them involves my cock — whether it's in your mouth, your pussy, or…"

I playfully interrupted him with a light slap on his chest. "You're insane. "

Mikha?l's laughter rumbled beneath my fingertips as he leaned down, capturing my lips. "Insanely in love with my wife ."