Stone Cold Knockout (House of Pain Book 1) (29 page)

He dipped his head, dragging a rough tongue over the swell of her left breast. Gennifer called out, thrashing her head against the bed. Then he sucked her tight nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive tip. When she was whimpering and panting with lust, he moved onto the next tit, sucking and licking until she thought she was going to scream. Then he slid down her body, pressing kisses along her ribs. When he thrust two fingers in her wet pussy, she almost came out of her skin. But he was just getting started. He rolled his tongue over her clit, then spread her open wide. He began to tongue and finger fuck her in earnest, and Gennifer grabbed handfuls of the duvet, trying to hold on to her sanity. He held her hips in his iron grasp, not letting her move away from the all-consuming pleasure he was giving her. It was too much, but at the same time, not enough. She wanted everything.

She wanted all of him.

Waves of pleasure crashed into her and she squeezed her eyes shut. She came hard, the intensity causing her to call out, her voice hoarse. While she lay there, twitching with the aftershocks, Mikhail vaulted up. He opened the top drawer of her bedside table and found the condoms she kept there. Within seconds, he was sheathed and crawling over her, positioning himself between her thighs.

“I think you've done this before,” she joked, weakly. He didn't smile, just smoothed her hair around her face.

“
Potseluy menya
,” he quietly demanded. Gennifer heard the phrase echoing in her head, and a ghostly memory unfolded before her.

“
Mikhail,” Gennifer whispered.

“
What,
solnyshka
?”

“
How do you say 'kiss me' in Russian?”

“
Potseluy menya
,” he said, then kissed her. She repeated his words, whispering against his lips. “Your accent is awful,” he teased, his voice strained.

“
We'll have to work on it,” she replied with a smile.

Back to the present, Gennifer closed her eyes and did as he asked, brushing her lips against his. He growled low in his throat, angling himself to enter her. He pressed inside of her, gently stretching her, then thrusting hard and deep. She moaned against his lips as they began to move together, his hardness filling her perfectly.

“You are like air to me,” he breathed. “I need you.” He closed his eyes, then slammed his cock deep inside of her. She screamed, muffling the noise against his shoulder. He growled again, pumping harder and faster. “I love your pussy,” he rasped in her ear. “I never want to stop.”

“
Don't stop,” she moaned. “Please don't stop.” He hiked her knees up against his chest and drove into her, unrelenting. She screamed again as he hit a sweet spot. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them down. He slowed his pace, wincing like it pained him to do so. He slid out of her, then slid deep again, so slow. With each inch, she felt like she was losing more and more control. She clenched around him, arching her back. He let out a ragged breath, the veins in his neck and arms bulging.

“
You are mine,” he said, swerving his hips against her, slowly. Agonizingly slow. “I will always want you.” He thrust hard and she gritted her teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. “I am out of my mind without you.” His words sent ripples of pure lust through her. Her muscles tightened, the tension spreading from her belly throughout her whole body.

“
I'm yours, Misha,” she said, wanting so badly to let go and drag him down with her. He dropped his head, making a sound like a wounded animal. He pressed his forehead against her chest, and released her arms. She held him against her, and he snaked his arms around her. She pressed her cheek to his damp temple as he picked up his pace, finding a desperate rhythm. He lifted his face, his eyes catching hers. She blinked at the emotion she found there, his normally cold demeanor gone. He was completely open to her, all of the pain and hurt of the past weeks on his face. She felt her chest tighten. This big, beautiful, mysterious man was in love with her, she realized. The thought was as utterly terrifying as it was undeniably sexy.

She guided his lips to hers and kissed him, softly at first. Then his desperation was pouring into her, and they moved with each other, harder and faster, their bodies crashing together in a mindless, cathartic rhythm.

She felt his arms stiffen around her and he opened his mouth, his eyes still on hers. He was about to go over the cliff, and she wanted to go with him. She rolled her hips with him, holding him deep, caressing him. She couldn't give him her love, but at least she could give him her body. She flicked her tongue against his lips, then delved deep, her tongue matching the pace of his thrusts. She felt him jerk against her, and she knew he was coming. A memory crashed into her, clear as day.

Gennifer rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts with equal force, gritting her teeth against the onslaught. He threw his head back, the veins in his neck straining under his skin. The muscles in his arms and chest were hard and bunched – he was almost ready. Gennifer wanted him to come inside her. She wanted to feel him lose control and fill her up with his passion...

Mikhail's body stiffened and she felt his cock jerk inside her, his hot come spurting and filling her up. He called out against her mouth, continuing to thrust until she milked him dry. Then he collapsed on top of her, his heart feeling like it was going to beat right out of his chest. She stroked his back as he came down, his skin moist with sweat...

Gennifer came hard, remembering how it felt to have his come filling her. She bucked against his still-hard cock, loving the feel of him. She cried out, her voice rough and jagged, foreign to her ears. She had been waiting for this, she realized. Every day that she was away from Mikhail, her body was craving this. Her brain had clouded the memories of him, but her body had never forgotten. Pleasure pulsed through her, taking her breath away, it felt so good. He rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. His cock slipped out of her, and she moaned, immediately missing him. He tossed the condom over the side of the bed and pulled the duvet over them. Gennifer pressed against his warm body, her chest heaving and her muscles tingling under her skin.

Mikhail put a hand on her hip and angled her ass into his groin, spooning her. She lifted her torso and he snaked his arm underneath her head. When they were finally comfortable, Gennifer let out a contented sigh, feeling her body melt into his.

“
Go to sleep,
solnyshka,
” he murmured in her ear, his hand stroking her from her ribs to her hip. She felt her eyes droop, the warmth of his body and the aftershocks of the orgasm lulling her to unconsciousness
.

“
Wake me up when you're ready to fuck again,” she mumbled and smiled at his deep chuckle.

“
Soon,” he promised, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

True to his word, she woke to him raising her leg over his hip, his hand against her neck. “Gennifer.” His voice was like a caress. He cocked her head, running his lips down the curve of her neck. She felt the head of him rubbing against her, her pussy getting wetter by the minute. For a minute, she stiffened, wondering if she was dreaming. Then she remembered.
Mikhail
. None of it had been a dream. Unbridled lust, hot and liquid, shot up her spine.

“
No condom,” she whispered, her mouth dry. He let out a ragged breath, thrusting his hips and sliding roughly inside. She let the desire for him take over then. She would let him take whatever he wanted from her body, she realized. He bit and teased her, stretched and filled her. He had her dripping and begging for release. Her orgasm shot up her spine and exploded in her brain, the intensity heightened by the dream-like state she'd been reduced to. It was the middle of the night and her passion-addled brain wasn't thinking straight. She felt drunk and unsteady, her head spinning.

He let out a rush of Russian against her cheek as he came, his passion spurting deep inside of her. He continued thrusting into her, his hand kneading her breast as he rolled his hips until he softened. She felt his hot come smear across her thigh as he pulled out of her and a chill went through her. She liked the sensation. A lot. She purred in pleasure as he kissed her neck and rolled her over onto her back. He stood and she frowned in disagreement, wanting him back immediately. He chuckled and went into the bathroom. He turned on the light and she threw an arm across her face to block out the light.

“Misha!” she squealed, and she heard his laughter echoing in the bathroom. After a minute, he flicked off the light and came back with a warm, wet washcloth. He spread her thighs slowly cleaned her up, his eyes on hers as his soft caresses made her moan. When he finally slid back into bed beside to her, she closed her eyes and pressed her body against his. With a deep sigh, she drifted back into a sex-induced slumber.

Some time later she woke again, reaching out for him. The air in the room smelled like sex, heady and thick. A light breeze blew through the open window, stirring the gauzy curtains in a ghostly way. Mikhail's breathing was steady in her ear as he slept. He was hard again, she noticed, his erection like steel against her ass. She sat up, rolling him onto his back. She was single-minded, zeroing in on his cock. She stared down at him in the semi-dark, running her tongue over her lips. She pressed her nose to his flat stomach and breathed deep.

She loved the way he smelled, she realized. She loved that her skin and hair smelled like him, too. She didn't know what it was about him. Why was this man so irresistible? The sex was raw and addicting, but maybe it was something else, something too buried and scary to be examined. Whatever the reason, she was still mad with lust for him. She leaned over and took him in her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. He woke with a start, his thighs tensing under her hands. His hands tangled in her hair immediately.

“
You are trying to kill me,” he rasped, as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. She snorted out a laugh then sucked him all the way inside, deep throating him. His fingers tightened against her scalp, and she knew he wanted to slam into her. And she wanted him to. She hummed low in her throat, egging him on.

Finally, blessedly, he lost control. He bucked his hips, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She felt her eyes squeeze shut, moaning and crying against the onslaught. She loved every minute of it; she loved his lack of control. She was doing this.
She
was making him crazy. He pulled back a second later, his cock still hard and wet from her tongue. He was up on his knees in a flash, grabbing her hips and grinding into her ass.

He entered her hard and she screamed into the softness of the blanket. Her body was sensitive and pulsing with over-exertion, but she still wanted him. His hands gripped her ass, his thumb dipping in between her cheeks. She twisted her spine, turning around to look at him. He wet her with her own juices, then dipped his finger inside her tightness, his eyes flicking to hers. She bit her lip, her heart stopping in her chest. She liked the feeling. He knew she liked it, too. He smiled that hungry smile again and ground his hips against her. She went lightheaded, dropping her head back to the mattress. She was letting go... then he slapped her ass. She craned her neck to give him a sharp look and he stared back, unsmiling, dangerous.

“You want me here?” he said, slowly pumping his finger in and out. She licked her swollen lips, actually considering his offer. She was going crazy. Maybe she was out of control, but she didn't care. She nodded. He made a low noise in his throat and withdrew from her. She clenched her fists around the sheets, waiting for him. She heard him open the drawer, and then warm wetness as he got her ready for him with the bottle of lubricant she kept there.

Excitement fired up her spine as he turned her over onto her back. She lifted her legs high and his big body loomed above her in the darkness as he positioned himself, lifting her ass off the mattress as he angled into her. She felt her lungs tighten and she reminded herself to breathe.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice as tight as she felt.

“
Yes,” she whispered. He didn't waste any more time. She felt him push into her and the pressure grew as he slowly, ever so slowly, entered her. The pleasure and pain was interwoven and the feeling was so intense she couldn't make a sound. Her body was frozen as she felt every inch, every intense shockwave. He grunted, dropping to his elbows and caging her in. She rolled her hips, taking him deeper, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“
Does my cock feel good?” he whispered, his voice strained. He moved against her and she she clenched her teeth, raising her knees all the way up to her tits. He took advantage, and plunged into her even further. She gasped, dragging her fingernails down his back. He rolled his thumb over her clit and she bucked into him.

“
God, yes. Fuck me, Misha,” she whispered, even though she didn't know if she could take it. But she wanted him too much. She was out of control over him. She wanted him to take whatever he wanted. He surrounded her and filled her, leaving no room for anything else. Her body didn't fight him and she took him all. Mikhail had come home to her and she had given him all of her, every bit. Now, she knew for certain the one thing her body had never forgotten—she was
la
tigra
and he was a wolf, and their bodies made for each other.