Chapter 57 057

Chapter 57 057
Natasha

"Where are we going?"

Mikhail just smiled and tugged me along, his hand warm in mine. We had slipped out of the house after midnight, moving quietly through the hallways and out the back door.

The pack lands were silent except for the distant sound of night guards making their rounds.

"You'll see. Trust me."

I did trust him completely even as he led me deeper into the pack gardens, away from the main house, toward the old grove where ancient trees created a canopy of shadows and moonlight.

He finally stopped in a small clearing. The moon was full overhead, bright enough to cast everything in silver light.

Wildflowers grew in scattered patches, their petals closed for the night, and the air smelled like jasmine and earth.

"Here," He said softly, pulling a blanket from the bag he had been carrying. He spread it on the ground, smoothing out the corners. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful." I looked around, taking it all in. "How did you know about this place?"

"I used to come here when I was younger. When I needed to think," He pulled me down onto the blanket with him. "No one comes out here at night. It's just us."

Just us. The words made my chest tight in the best way.

He arranged me so I was lying back, my head on a folded part of the blanket, and just looked at me for a long moment.

His eyes were soft in the moonlight, full of something that made my breath catch.

"You're so beautiful," He murmured, brushing hair back from my face. "Sometimes I look at you and can't believe you're real. I can't believe you're mine."

"Mikhail." I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips as a faint blush made its way onto my cheeks.

"Let me say this," He traced my cheekbone with his thumb. "I know I'm not good with words. Not like you are, but I need you to know that you're everything to me. Everything."

My eyes stung. "You don't have to say that."

"I do, because I spent so long not seeing you, not appreciating what was right in front of me, and now that I have you, I want you to know exactly how I feel," He kissed my forehead gently. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"You're going to make me cry."

"Good tears, I hope," He smiled against my skin, kissing down to my temple, my cheek and the corner of my mouth. "Want to show you how much I love you. Let me?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He took his time undressing me, peeling away each layer like I was something precious. His hands were gentle, worshipful and completely different from the desperate urgency we usually had.

When I was finally bare beneath him, he just looked at me, his gaze traveling over every inch.

"You’re perfect," He breathed. "Absolutely perfect."

"I'm not."

"You are. To me, you are," He kissed my lips softly. "Let me worship you properly. The way you deserve."

He started at my neck, pressing slow kisses along my throat and pausing to suck lightly at my pulse point.

I sighed, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair. There was no rush, no fear of being caught out here.

He worked his way down, lavishing attention on my collarbones and the swell of my breasts.

When he took a nipple in his mouth, it was gentle and teasing, making me arch into him with a soft moan.

"Love these sounds you make," He murmured against my skin. "I could listen to them forever."

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while his hand kneaded the first. The dual sensation made me squirm, heat building low in my belly.

"Mikhail, please."

"Shh. Not rushing tonight," He kissed down my sternum, over my ribs, his tongue tracing patterns that made me shiver. "Gonna take my time with you."

He kissed across my stomach, nipped at my hip bone, then settled between my thighs. The sight of him there, looking up at me with such open adoration, made my heart stutter.

"Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see you."

I did, trembling already with anticipation. The cool night air kissed my heated skin, making me hyperaware of every sensation.

"So pretty," He said softly, running his fingers through my folds. "Love how wet you get for me. Always so ready."

"I want you always." I admitted.

"I know. I feel the same way," He lowered his head, breathing hot air over me. "I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart."

The first touch of his tongue was gentle and almost tentative, like he was savoring me. He licked a slow stripe from entrance to clit, humming with pleasure at the taste.

"Oh fuck."

"That's it. Let me hear you. There’s no one here but us."

He dove in properly then, his tongue working me thoroughly. There was no rushed quality to it, no urgency, just pure focus on my pleasure.

He licked and sucked and teased, varying pressure and speed, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan.

When he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his mouth focused on my clit, I nearly came apart immediately.

"Not yet," He murmured against me. "I want to taste you like this longer. You taste so fucking good, Natasha."

He kept me right on that edge, building me up and then backing off, over and over until I was writhing against his mouth desperately.

"Please, please, Mikhail."

"I know what you need." He sucked hard on my clit while his fingers hit that perfect spot inside, and I shattered, crying out his name to the night sky, but he didn't stop.

Even as I came down, shaking and sensitive, he kept going, gentler now but persistent.

"Give me another one, baby. I know you can."

He was patient, working me back up with that talented mouth. The second orgasm built slower but hit harder, making my whole body convulse. I think I might have actually screamed.

"Beautiful," He praised, finally lifting his head. His face was wet with me, glistening in the moonlight, and he looked absolutely blissful. "I could do this all night."

"I might die if you do."

He laughed softly, kissing my inner thigh. "I don't want that," He moved back up my body, settling between my legs. "I want you alive and with me for a very long time."

I could feel him, hard and ready against my entrance. "Please. I need you inside me."

"Yeah?" He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging into me. "You need this?"

"Yes, please."

He pushed in slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. When he was fully seated, he just stayed there for a moment, looking down at me with so much love it made my chest ache.

"I love you, baby," He said, starting to move in long, slow strokes. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes."

"I know the feeling," I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "I love you too. So much."

We rocked together like that, unhurried and gentle, foreheads pressed together. Every thrust felt deliberate and meaningful.

This wasn't fucking. This was making love in every sense of the word.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He murmured against my lips.

"Mikhail."

"I know. I know we can't, but I wish I could tell them," He kissed me deeply.

"I wish I could walk through that house with your hand in mine. Sit next to you at dinner and kiss you in front of everyone. Tell the whole pack that you're the woman I love."

Tears slipped down my temples. "I wish that too."

"Someday?" His voice was hopeful and desperate. "Maybe someday we can?"

"Maybe," I didn't know if I believed it, but I wanted to. I really wanted to. "Someday."

He kissed my tears away, his rhythm never faltering, and I felt my pleasure building again, slower and deeper than before.

"Come with me," He breathed. "I want to feel you."

"Close," I whispered. "So close."

He reached between us, finding my clit, and that was all it took. I came with a sob, clenching around him, and felt him follow a heartbeat later, spilling deep inside me with my name on his lips.

We stayed locked together, both trembling and overwhelmed. The moonlight washed over us, turning everything silver and dreamlike.

"I don't want to move." I groaned eventually.

"Then don't," He shifted us carefully, rolling to his back and keeping me on top of him, still connected. "We could stay here forever."

"We'll have to go back eventually."

"Eventually. Not yet though," He pulled the blanket over us, cocooning us together. "I just want to hold you a little longer."

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. His fingers traced patterns on my spine and his fingers were soothing and gentle.

"Thank you." I said softly.

"For what?"

"This. Bringing me here. Making me feel..." I struggled for the right word. "Cherished."

"You are cherished. You're everything," He kissed the top of my head. "And I'll spend every day proving it to you, even if it has to be in secret."

We lay there under the stars, wrapped in each other, pretending for a little while that the rest of the world didn't exist.

That we were just two people in love, with nothing to hide and no one to answer to.

It was the most perfect lie.