"Mikhail... I don't think I want that."

"Give me a one-minute trial," Mikhail purred, settling hot, hungry eyes on her. "While you think about it."

Already turning pink, Raven simply closed her eyes, not wanting to be inhibited by her thoughts any longer. She just wanted to feel...

His hands smoothed over her thighs and eased them apart. And then he touched her with his tongue on the most super-sensitive part of her body and she almost leapt in the air at the sensation. He made a soothing sound deep in his throat that she found incredibly sexy. Slow burning pleasure turned to raw ecstasy incredibly fast, and she went wild, gasping and rising off the table top as an explosive climax engulfed her.

Dazed by it, she felt limp as he shifted over her and sank into her hard and fast. Nothing had ever felt as intense. Her body had discovered a new level of sensitivity and in its already heightend state, his rapid powerful movements swiftly awakened the throbbing heat and hunger of need again.

"Bozhe... yebat! You make me wild!" Mikhail panted

Her every sense was on hyper alert and excitement in an entirely new dimension was clawing right at her. She didn't have the breath to respond. Her fingers raked down his back over his flexing muscles as she reacted to sensations as close to pleasure as torment, wanting more, wanting, her entire body reaching as her back arched and the glorious splintering high peak of another climax engulfed her.

“I'm not done with you yet, Raven. Blya, ty ponyatiya ne imeyesh', kak daleko ya ot tebya pokonchil” Fuck you have no idea how far I am from being done with you

He picked her up by her hips and  walked swiftly, with her nestled in his arms back to their bed. She was still trembling from aftershocks of her two climaxes, yet her hands and feet still manage to wrap tightly around his waist and neck, until he finally got to the room and deposited her softly on the bed.

"You love me don't you?" he tilted her chin softly, to stare into her eyes, as he towered almost menacing-like over her. It was hot. Everything he did was just so... hot.

"You know I do" she gasped out

"That's good then. Because the man you love, is about to fuck you into the middle of next week, Raven."

"You mean like you've done twice already?" she panted from anticipation and slight exhaustion

"Yeah baby, let's make it a third. I'm going to fuck you until you realize you love me more and more, with each passing day." he bent down to capture her mouth in a light, drugging kiss. "I'm going to fuck you until it's the only thing you can think about when you walk down the street, in the shower, when you're in those fancy meetings you go to at work..." this time he bent to kiss one puckered nipples. "I'll be the only thing you can think about. Me doing this to you over and over again. Loving you this way. Fucking you this way"

"Jesus, Mikhail..." she moaned

"You've already shattered all my limits baby. Now I'm going to make sure you catch up" he promised darkly, finally aligning his body with hers, as he throughly claimed her lips once more. His mouth was crushing and tasting hers, as his tongue began its dallying movements, delving deep, ramping her up with yearning.

His long fingers played with the protruding rose red buds of her breasts, he made her gasp and involuntarily part her thighs, her hips digging into the mattress beneath her.

"You're so sexy," he groaned against her swollen mouth when he lifted her up against him, the long thick column of his erection hot against her stomach.

In the blink of an eye, he switched their positions. That fast. He turned her so her stomach was pressed to the bed, and her back to him, and raised her hips and knees up, while he sat up behind her.

"Mikhail" she blurted in confusion, wanting to turn back to face him, but he held her down with a hand on her back.

"Raven?"

"yeah?"

"Relax..." he murmured. He spread her thighs slowly and reached down to stimulate the tiny, unbearably sensitive nub at her core. An almost anguished whimper of sound was wrenched from her tight throat. Her breath was coming in shallow pants, her whole body poised on the edge of an anticipation so intense it hurt. He stroked her and she flinched, aching and hypersensitive to the caress.

"You're so ready for me, malyshka. That really fires me up," Mikhail growled in her ear as he nudged her thighs further apart, his hands running up and down her slender spine and dropping lower to touch the swollen buds of her breasts.

"Please..." she moaned, wild with impatience, twisting her head round, catching a glimpse of the smoldering dark eyes fixated on her.

His hands firm on her hips, Mikhail thrust into her hard and deep and groaned with earthy satisfaction. Her inner muscles gripped him as a shockwave of amazing sensations engulfed her. She threw back her head and moaned. As he sank into her, raw excitement made her heartbeat race.

She quivered, insanely receptive to his dominance, and then sobbed as the melting waves of delirious pleasure engulfing her swept her up higher and higher until she reached the ultimate peak.

While Mikhail thrust into her with a final forceful twist of his hips and a savage shout of release, Raven was shattered by the power of her own climax. An escatic cry tore from her lips and she slid forward onto her stomach, all strength drained from her satiated limbs.

"Your passion is the perfect match for mine," Mikhail breathed with satisfaction, kissing the nape of her neck.

That caused her to smile, because she seriously doubted if any one, least of all her, truly had the power to match Mikhail's passion and stamina in bed.

She made no move to protest, when he turned her around to face him once more, as he wrapped her in the cloak of his arms, staring intently into her eyes

"Marry me, Raven"

The breath instantly stole from her. "Wh––at?" she whispered, shock

He winced slightly "Forgive me, I'm pretty sure that was supposed to come out as a question, rather than a statement. Allow me ask it again. Will you marry me, Raven?"

"Mikhail––" joy erupted in her heart so strongly, it rendered her absolutely incapable of coherent speech

"I know I ought to get down on one knee, and offer you a ring. Heck I've been carrying it on me since the first day I bought it four weeks ago, waiting for my fear of you saying No to die down. But  I'm tired of waiting. And I really don't want to kneel. That would mean removing my hands from where they are right now, around you, which is where they've always ever wanted to be... Perfection. But trust me when I say you've brought me to my knees ever since the first day I met you, and kept me there––"

"Yes! Yes! I'll marry you Mikhail. Whenever... Wherever. And I don't need you to kneel darling. I know a man already on his knees, when I see one"

A/N: new chapter update. Yay! You guys he finally proposed. I had so many more ideas for this book, but I'm going to see how I can merge and summarize a lot of stuffs, so that I can finish this book on time, and it doesn't get too long. Or become boring.

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