MALYSHKA

Chapter Seven

WARINING...

Caution: This chapter contains mature content that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.In this chapter, I delve into sensitive and mature themes that may challenge the reader's comfort zone. The content explores topics such as explicit language, violence, sexual situations, or graphic descriptions that may be disturbing or offensive to some individuals.

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~my first time~

ANASTASIA'S P.O.V

As I moved back from the hug, Leonid gazed at me and then approached, gently holding my face and planting a kiss on my lips. "Anastasia, I love you," he whispered in his resonant voice, which resonated in my ears.

I murmured his name, Leonid, in his ear.

He kissed my neck softly, "Sweetheart?"

I let out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally reached my mouth. I couldn't help but moan louder, prompting him to cover my mouth and whisper, "The maids might hear you."

Blushing, I urged him on as he left his marks on my skin, "Wait... don't... stop. I have to go to work soon, you can't leave any marks."

But Leonid didn't seem to care about the consequences. He continued his passionate assault on my body, his hands exploring every inch of me, leaving me breathless and craving for more. The urgency in his touch only fuelled my desire, making it harder for me to resist him.

As his lips moved from my collarbone to my chest, I couldn't help but arch my back, offering myself completely to him. The sensation of his warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was losing control. But the thought of the maids discovering our secret rendezvous only added to the thrill, making it all the more exhilarating.

With each kiss, each touch, Leonid pushed me closer to the edge. The way he knew exactly how to please me, how to make me forget about everything else, was intoxicating. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget about the responsibilities and obligations that awaited me outside these walls.

But reality soon came crashing back as I remembered the time. I had to go to work, and I couldn't afford to have any visible evidence of our passionate encounter. I tried to remind him of the consequences, but my words were drowned out by his insatiable desire.

As the minutes ticked by, I found myself torn between the pleasure he was giving me and the fear of being caught. But Leonid seemed determined to leave his mark on me, to claim me as his own, regardless of the consequences. And in that moment, I couldn't resist him any longer.

With a final surge of passion, we both succumbed to our desires, losing ourselves in the heat of the moment. And as I lay there, breathless and satisfied, I couldn't help but wonder how I would face the world with the marks he had left on me. But for now, in this stolen moment of passion, I allowed myself to forget about the outside world and simply bask in the pleasure that Leonid had brought me.