Mikhail Redfern Arsenault

Chapter 10

Maraiah's POV

"SURPRISED?" I asked, smiling as she opened the door. It was early morning, and we wouldn't part until midnight.

"Indeed a surprise," she replied, smiling before opening the door wider and letting me in. I closed the door behind me and immediately approached her.

"Happy first month, honey." She said this before capturing my lips with hers. I closed my eyes, enjoying the intoxicating scent of her after her bath.

"Happy monthsary," I said.

"Are you coming to the office today?" I shook my head, gently pulling her into a hug.

"No, actually, I plan to kidnap you today. Do you want to go for a walk or something like that? Just tell me what you want to do. Anything..." She ran her fingers down my chest.

"You're right, I want to go for a walk...to a place where everything is perfect..." She also etched a sensual smile. I wanted to applaud myself for getting that line right. I craved an unforgettable moment with her, and I knew just how to achieve it.

I would give her everything, because I would give myself, only to her. Love overflowing in my heart, I wanted to practice the self-confidence her reaction to my appearance had ignited. Her jaw dropped, her lips parted, and her eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.

"Maraiah..." she said, unable to hide her swallowing. I smiled.

"What? Will you just look at me?" My smile was gentle, teasing, and trusting. When she didn't move, I leaned forward and whispered, "I want to give you a present." I unbuttoned her polo shirt, one button at a time. I bit her lip seductively, then lightly parted it. My eyes remained fixed on her, burning with desire.

"Quin," she said softly, as if clinging to some last vestige of restraint.

"Do you know what you're doing? Don't start something you can't finish. I'm warning you, honey. Do not test my self-control."

"Aw, shut up, honey. I know what I want to happen," I said, completely removing her polo shirt.

My fingers danced down her taut chest. Mikhail caught her breath, her restraint crumbling. I leaned closer, brushing my lips against hers as lightly as butterfly wings.

Her kiss was sweet, low, and gentle. I savored the curve of her lips and the warmth of her breath, mingling with mine. My tongue swirled gently across her lower lip, seeking, exploring, enjoying. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer.

I strained against her, urging my tongue deeper into her mouth, swirling with playful abandon. She became hot and possessive, her blood thundering in her veins as she drowned in erotic sensations.

As our lips remained glued together, she effortlessly removed my clothes. Her palm caressed and squeezed every part of my body, until it found its target, my chest.

A growl escaped my throat as her palm squeezed there. Her fingers circled my nipples, hardening them to pebbles, making the touch more erotic than anything I had ever known. The sensation created by her blessed hand almost drove me crazy.

I closed my eyes, arching in delight, absorbing the incredible mind-drugging sensations. My plan was to make this day memorable for her, an event I would never forget, but I couldn't concentrate. All I could do was close my eyes and feel everything. Her palm descended, playing on my flat stomach before dropping again.

"Oh, Mikhail!" I couldn't stop moaning as her palm covered my womanhood. Her hands probed me, each stroke more passionate than the last. I held her arms, my knees suddenly going weak. The sensation was overwhelming.

"Didn't I warn you?" she whispered teasingly, making the sensation even more intense. I felt like I was going to have a fever at any moment because of what she was doing. I bit my lip, trying to contain the grunts escaping my throat.

I was drowning in waves of sensation, yet I craved more of her, to feel all of her. I managed to pull down her pants and boldly held her nakedness. She was a girl, yet she possessed a man's private part. She was unique. I didn't know where I found the courage to do this, but I did it anyway. I held her hardness, playing with it in my hands.

She let out a primitive growl, resting her hands on my shoulders. I felt empowered by her reaction, until I realized we were both in bed. We aligned our bodies, delighting in the perfect symmetry. My breast swelled against her chest, and my belly fit into the curve of hers as perfectly as if we had been created for each other. She closed her eyes.

"Honey, look at me. No matter what happens, I'm ready to hold you accountable. I love you so much, alright? Only you...only you Quin..." He nodded.

"I love you too Mikhail, so much." Palm to palm, eyes to eyes, and heart to heart, we traveled together to the magical place we had aimed for. The tears I couldn't stop escaped as we were completely alone. I was happy and didn't regret giving myself to her.