HIS FROST BITE (A MICHAL MRÁZIK FAN FICTION)

Chapter 22: My first

This is going to be a spicy chapter and written for mature audiences. If you're too young skip, please.

Tara

I could feel Michal gently stroking my face with his thumbs, my eyes closed to savor the sensation. He drew me in for a kiss, and I eagerly responded, feeling his tongue caress mine, setting my senses on fire. It was a rare display of passion from him, but boy when he did, it made me weak in the knees.

As he pulled away, I opened my eyes to see his strong, chiseled form looming above me. His hazel green eyes bore into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, his gaze full of heated desire as he scanned me from head to toe.

"You're so beautiful," Michal whispered, sending a warm rush through me. He began leaving tender kisses on my body, moving down to my stomach, where his touch brought forth giggles as they tickled me. I heard my own laughter mingling with his as he continued his descent. When he reached the delicate petals between my thighs, he gently caressed them, sending waves of pleasure pulsating throughout my entire being. It was an entirely new sensation, one I'd never experienced before.

As I lost myself in the moment, I became aware of soft sounds filling the room. It took a moment for me to realize they were my own moans, escaping involuntarily. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. Michal paused and requested that I remove my clothing. I was wearing my new white lingerie set, the only remnant of my clothes now, as the rest lay scattered on the floor, along with his except for his underwear.

He helped me undress further, and I lay on my back, exposed and vulnerable. He took me in fully, every inch of me, and I wondered what was going through his mind. The desire I'd seen in his eyes before was now magnified, a intensity I'd never witnessed from him before. He was truly captivating.

The room was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and roses, the candles he'd lit around the hotel room casting a warm, romantic glow. It was the perfect setting for our intimate encounter.

I lay there, my skin exposed and tingling under his touch as he continued to stroke the flesh between my thighs. Without the barrier of underwear, every movement sent a rush of shivers up my spine. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and with each passing moment, the shivers transformed into an insatiable need - a need for him to be inside me. But Michal was not a man in a hurry; he seemed more intent on savoring every moment and catering to my body's desires.

I felt his warm breath on my skin as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, tracing delicate patterns on the sensitive flesh between my thighs. My head fell back on the pillow, lost in the waves of bliss that he was weaving with each stroke. If we were in a library, I would have surely been kicked out for the sounds building in my throat, a mix of pleasure and desire that I couldn't suppress. His tongue transitioned from gentle caresses to more aggressive movements, igniting a fire within me that begged for more. I didn't want him to stop - his passion and skill leaving me breathless and craving more.

As he loomed over me, his lips were slightly swollen and wet from his previous ministration. He looked so adorable in that moment, a mix of lust and tenderness in his eyes. Our gazes locked as he hovered above me, his hand moving to stroke his hardened member.He reached for something from beside the chest of drawers, and the sound of fresh plastic confirmed my suspicions - he was preparing for us. The thought of safety in the midst of our passion only made me feel more secure in his care. He rested his weight on me, his hazel eyes darkening with desire, focused on me like a hunter zeroing in on its prey. In that moment, he seemed both masculine and vulnerable, letting me see a side of him that he kept hidden from the world.

"Are you comfortable, princess?" he asked, his hand brushing my hair out of my face with a tenderness that contrasted with the urgency in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he plunged himself inside me with a force that stole my breath. It was clear that his desire matched mine, and his second thrust solidified the connection between us.