Natasha
Mikhail's lips were on mine and nothing else existed.
I was kissing him. I never thought this would ever happen in this lifetime.
His lips moved against mine with a hunger that made my whole body ache. His hand fisted in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
I didn't know how it happened, but suddenly I was straddling his lap, my dress hiked up around my thighs.
His other hand gripped my waist hard enough to bruise and I didn't care. I couldn't care about anything except the taste of him, the feel of him and the way he groaned when I rolled my hips against him.
"f**k," He breathed against my mouth. "Natasha..."
My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of him. He kissed me like he was starving and I was a feast, his tongue sliding against
