The mighty Kirill Morozov was in pain because of me.
I have to stop myself from blurting the apology that’s trying to burst through. Instead, I jerk him up and down in an attempt to reawaken his pleasure.
Kirill forces me to release him and I kick my jeans and panties away to give him a better angle. He lifts one of my legs so that it’s lined up with his waist and his mythical eyes meet mine.
I’m momentarily distracted.
No, the correct word would be trapped.
I’m completely caught in a trance by the depth in them. The mystic emotions swirling through them. It’s almost as if…he’s releasing a beast that’s been lurking inside him all this time.
Or maybe it’s the man that he’s finally letting loose this time.
Kirill holds the belt in one fist and tightens his grip. My breath constricts,
