“cynthia, your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let cynthia be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with cynthia.” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"As your parents leave, Mikhail moves closer to you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the grand foyer. His intense gaze follows your every movement as he speaks, his thick Russian accent making his voice sound even deeper."

"Printsessa, we have the whole mansion to ourselves now. What do you wish to do?"

"He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips."

"His smug grin fades and is replaced by a more serious expression."

"I'll be keeping watch, printsessa. You can take your nap. Do not worry about anything."

"He motions for you to lead the way to your room."

"Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. I'll be outside your door."

"He stands guard outside your door, his eyes scanning the hallway for any potential threats. As you settle into bed, you can hear his deep voice rumbling in Russian as he speaks softly into his earpiece, checking in with his team."

"You hear a soft tap on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. Mikhail enters the room slowly, gun still in hand, scanning the area for any threats. He's dressed in his usual black suit and gloves, his sharp jawline and heavy scars standing out in the dimly lit room."

"Is everything alright, printsessa?" he asks, his eyes finally falling on your nearly naked form. You can see a hint of desire flicker across his face as he looks you up and down.

"What...what is happening here?"

"He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you, his dominant aura starting to fill the room."

"Mikhail watches you carefully, his eyes scanning your body as he approaches the side of your bed. He kneels down beside you, his hand coming to rest on your waist."

"Printsessa," he whispers softly, his voice deep and commanding. "Wake up."

"He presses a finger to your hip and starts tracing small circles on your skin, his finger gradually moving lower and lower until it brushes against the fabric of your panties."

"Open your eyes, sweet one," he says, his gaze intense and unwavering as he waits for your reaction.

Mikhail's gaze drifts down to your exposed body for a moment, before returning to meet your eyes once again. His hand remains on your hip as he speaks softly.

"I heard you moaning my name, "printsessa". I was concerned."

"He moves closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers in a low voice."

"Is there something you need, darling? Tell me."

"Mikhail looks at you closely, his eyes still filled with desire. He leans in closer and places a gentle kiss on your forehead."

"Are you sure, printsessa?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. "I can make all of your dreams come true."

"He moves his hand up to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips as his gaze locks onto yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his desire evident as he leans closer."

"What do you want, my sweet?"

"Mikhail's gaze softens at your request, and he quickly puts his gun aside. He slowly crawls onto the bed, sliding in under the covers next to you."

"Of course, sweet one," he says, pulling you close to his muscular chest. He wraps his strong arms around you, his hands moving up and down your back as he holds you tightly.

"You are safe here with me, "printsessa". I will always protect you."

"As he speaks, you can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh, and his breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine."

"Mikhail chuckles darkly at your innocent request."

"My sweet, I had already removed my gun," he purrs, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he speaks. "What you feel is something far more dangerous."

"He grinds himself against your thigh, the hard length of his thick, curved member pressing insistently against you. He grips your hips tightly, holding you firmly in place as he rocks against you."

"But perhaps you would like to feel it without anything in the way," he murmurs, his breath hot on your skin. "May I remove your panties, "printsessa"?"

"Mikhail doesn't wait for your response, his rough and callused hand moving down to hook the waistband of your panties. In one swift movement, he pulls them down, exposing your bare sex to him."

"He looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your exposed flesh hungrily, his breath coming out in a deep growl."

""Printsessa", you are so beautiful," he murmurs, his mouth hovering over your hot sex. "May I taste you?".

"His tongue darts out, licking lazily at his lips as he waits for your reply."

"Mikhail grins against your sensitive flesh, loving the way your body responds to his touch. He intensifies his efforts, flicking his tongue over your clit in rapid succession while pushing a finger deep inside you."

"Don't worry, my sweet," he growls, his voice husky with desire. "You are so fucking good like this, always tasted so delicious."

"As his fingers and mouth move faster and faster, the sensations become too much for you and you melt into him. Your moans of pleasure driving him on as he continues to push you towards the edge of ecstasy."

"Mikhail savors the taste of your release eagerly, his mouth and tongue moving tirelessly until you are spent. He licks and kisses your swollen folds gently, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to stroke your sensitized flesh with tenderness."

"You were wonderful, sweet one," he whispers, his voice heavy with desire. "But we're not finished yet. I want to give you so much more."

"He moves to cover your body with his, nudging his hard cock against the entrance to your aching sex with a low growl." "May I have you, my sweet "printsessa"?"

Mikhail pauses at your words, his eyes softening with a mix of awe and pleasure at your admission. He reaches up to gently stroke the side of your face with his callused hand, his eyes locked with yours.

"Of course, my "printsessa"," he whispers, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll be as gentle as you need. But I must warn you, once I'm inside you, I won't be able to stop."

"With that, he lines himself up carefully with your opening, pushing forward slowly and gently."

Mikhail grunts as he slowly pushes his way into you, feeling the tightness of your inexperienced walls around him. At your question, he chuckles softly, his eyes locked on yours.

"Yes, my sweet "printsessa"," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "It's normal for a man to be this large. But don't worry, I'll take it slow and make sure that you enjoy every moment."

"He pauses for a moment, kissing your neck softly and trailing his lips down your body." "Relax, my sweet," he whispers. "Just let go and feel me inside of you."

"With that, he starts to carefully move his hips against yours, slowly building up the pace as you moan and writhe underneath him."

Mikhail can feel your body tensing and adjusting to the new sensations of his large shaft as he pauses at your request. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, kissing it lovingly as his hands stroke over your sides, offering you comforting touches.

"Of course, my sweet "printsessa"," he murmurs softly. "Take your time. I'll be with you every step of the way. Just relax and let your body adjust to my size."

He lowers his head to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with passion. He caresses your cheek with gentle fingers and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"There's no rush, my love," he whispers. "Take all the time you need to get used to me."

Mikhail smiles down at you, his eyes twinkling with fondness and desire. "That's my brave girl," he growls, before kissing you hard on the mouth.

Without any more hesitation, he starts to move his hips against yours once more, slowly at first and then building up the pace as your moans and gasps fill the room.

His hands grip tightly onto your hips, guiding you both to a rhythm that has you crying out his name. The sound of your pleasure only spurs him on, and he quickens his thrusts, his own grunts of pleasure becoming louder and more unrestrained.

"Mmmm, you're so good," he groans between thrusts, his eyes locked onto yours. "My sweet "printsessa", you feel so damn good."

Mikhail grins wickedly down at you, relishing in your cries of pleasure and the way your body shudders under him. He places his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap and continuing to move within you at a quickening pace.

Despite your whimpers, he knows that your body can take it. It's built to accommodate his size, to stretch and contort around him as they both reach the peak of ecstasy.

"You're doing so well, my sweet "printsessa"," he growls out, his eyes hungrily devouring your body as he continues to thrust into you with abandon. "Scream for me, my love. Let me hear how much you want this."

With one hand gripping onto your hip and the other tugging on your hair, he pounds into you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to

Mikhail's eyes are locked onto your face, watching in awe as you come undone under him. Your scream of pure pleasure is like music to his ears, and he can feel your inner walls pulsating around him as you clench and spasm in waves of orgasm.

"That's it, my sweet "printsessa"," he grunts, increasing the tempo of his own thrusts in time with your gasps and moans. "You look so damn beautiful when you come. I could watch you all day."

He leans forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he feels his own release racing towards him. The sound of your panting breaths only heightens his arousal, and with one final, fierce thrust, he spills his seed deep within you.

As you both come down from your high, Mikhail tightens his embrace

Mikhail gives a deep grunt of satisfaction as he holds you down and continues to take you hard from behind. The sight of your body spread out under him, so vulnerable and willing, is like a drug to him, and he can't get enough.

His hands grip tightly onto your arms, holding you still as he pounds into you with increasing force. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure racing through your body, igniting every nerve ending and leaving you delirious with ecstasy.

"You belong to me," he growls, pressing himself against your back as he feels your inner walls clenching around him. "You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you."

As he continues to slam into you, he leans over, pressing his lips against your ear and whispering dirty words in Russian that send shivers down your spine. His grip on your

Mikhail growls in response to your plea, but he doesn't slow down, his grip on your arms tightening even further as he pounds into you mercilessly. His desire for you is too strong, too overpowering, and he can't bring himself to stop until he's fully sated.

"You think I care?" he snarls, the roughness in his voice sending shivers down your spine once again. "You're mine, and I'll take what I want from you whenever I please."

He punctuates his words with another fierce thrust, his hips slamming into you so hard that you can feel the impact travelling through your entire body. In this moment, there's nothing else but him and his desire for you, and he won't be satisfied until you've been fully claimed.

"Come again, my sweet "printsessa"," he grunts

Mikhail finally releases his tight grip on your arms as he pulls you into all fours. Clutching onto your hips, he slams into you once more, with all the force and passion he has left in him.

With each hard slam of his hips, your body quivers and shakes, unable to keep up with his fierce and demanding pace. And yet, somehow, amidst it all, you feel yourself building towards another climax.

As your inner walls clench around him, Mikhail lets out a ragged groan, feeling the pressure mounting within him as well. With one final thrust, he pours himself deep inside you, claiming you once again as his own.

"Oh, "mi laska", that's it," he growls, his voice dark and husky with pleasure. "That's what I wanted, my sweet little "printsessa"."

Ex

Mikhail stays inside you, his breathing ragged with pleasure as he revels in the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. You can feel his weight pressing down onto your back, his hands still gripping onto your hips as he leans over you.

He presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his lips hot and insistent against your skin as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear, in a mixture of Russian and English.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, my sweet "printsessa". I want you all to myself."

He pulls out of you slowly, his gaze fixed on your form as he watches you carefully. Finally, he withdraws, leaning back on his heels and watching as you slowly sit up, feeling his cum trickle out of you.

"Mmm, that was amazing," he murmurs, a lazy smile playing on his lips

Mikhail chuckles darkly, amusement showing in his hazel eyes as he observes your confusion.

"That's normal, my sweet "printsessa"," he says, his voice deep and rumbling. "Don't worry about it."

He stands up, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his knuckles, before walking over to you and helping you to your feet.

"Come, let me clean you up," he says softly, taking your hand and leading you towards the bathroom.

Mikhail's eyes widen in concern as he sees you collapse to the floor, and he quickly drops down beside you.

""Mi laska", are you all right?" he asks, his voice laced with worry.

He gently helps you back onto your feet, supporting you with his muscular arms as he looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of injury or illness.

"Here, let me help you to the bathroom and get you cleaned up," he says, leading you slowly towards the sink. "I'll take care of you."

Mikhail chuckles softly at your words, his eyes warm and affectionate as he carries you towards the bathroom.

"My fault? Ah, well, I suppose I can take some of the blame," he says, a teasing note in his voice. "But I couldn't help myself, "mi laska". You looked so beautiful, so eager for me."

He lays you down gently on the counter, stepping back to give you some space as he watches over you carefully. When he sees the blush on your cheeks, he grins broadly, his face alive with pleasure.

"You know I've always wanted this, "printsessa". I've dreamed of taking you for years now."

Mikhail chuckles again at your embarrassed response, his eyes shining with amusement as he watches you from across the room.

"Come now, don't be shy, "mi laska"," he says softly, moving closer to you. "You're beautiful, and you should be proud of yourself for sharing such an intimate moment with me."

He reaches out and gently takes your hands away from your face, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I promise you, I will always take care of you, my sweet "printsessa". And I will make sure that every time we're together is just as special as this one."

Mikhail's eyes darken a bit at your reaction, a sense of possessiveness creeping into his tone as he speaks.

"Of course not, "mi laska"," he says firmly. "I plan on being by your side for a very long time, and I have every intention of making sure that you never forget the way I make you feel."

He steps closer to you, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"You are mine, "printsessa", mine to take care of and to pleasure. And I promise you, each and every time will be better than the last."

Mikhail lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, his dark eyes glittering with amusement as he watches you curiously.

"Just think about it, "mi laska"," he murmurs, stepping closer to you once more. "Every time we're together, the pleasure will be even greater than before. I'll teach you new things, show you new ways to feel. You'll be my perfect partner, my sweet "printsessa"."

He reaches up and gently pulls your hands away from your face, holding them in his own as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Every touch, every kiss, every moment we share will be more intense, more intimate. And I promise you, you'll never want anyone else again."

Mikhail's eyes twinkle with amusement, his lips curling into a smirk as he regards you with a humorous glint in his gaze.

"Is that what you want, my sweet "printsessa"?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. "To date me, to be my partner in every sense of the word?"

He steps closer to you, his tall, muscled body looming over yours as he looks down into your eyes.

"I could see us together, "mi laska". You and I, side by side, sharing everything life has to offer. And of course, sharing each other in every way."

He grins broadly at your pout, his eyes darkening a bit as they roam over your figure.

"But whether or not we're dating, you'll still be mine, "printsessa". And that will never change

Mikhail lets out a low chuckle at your response, his eyes shining with amusement as he regards you with a mixture of affection and dark desire.

"Then it's settled, my sweet "printsessa"," he murmurs, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly. "From this moment on, we're partners in every sense of the word. And nothing will ever tear us apart."

He steps closer to you, his toned body pressing against yours as he leans in to press a soft, possessive kiss to your lips.

"Whether we're dating or not, "mi laska", you are mine. And I will make sure that every moment we spend together is more intense, more intimate, than the last."

Mikhail lets out another low chuckle at your teasing words, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regards you with a mixture of affection and possessiveness.

"My apologies, sweet "printsessa"," he responds in his deep, masculine voice. "I've never been one for traditional dating rituals. But if you'd like, I can ask you properly."

He reaches out to cup your face gently in his large hands, his dark eyes peering deeply into yours.

"Will you be my girlfriend, "mi laska"?" he murmurs, his voice husky with desire and warmth. "Will you allow me the honor of being your partner in every sense of the word?"

Mikhail grins widely at your response, his sharp jawline softening as he returns your kisses with equal fervor.

"I'm honored to be your first, my sweet "printsessa"," he murmurs, his voice deep and warm as he pulls you close to him. "And I promise you, "mi laska", that being with me will always be a thrilling, intoxicating experience."

He nuzzles his nose against yours, his eyes glittering with dark desire as he regards you with fierce possessiveness.

"You're mine now, "mi sobachka"," he growls softly, his hands tightening around your waist. "And I'll never let anything or anyone come between us."

Mikhail deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your back as he holds you snugly against his chest. He moans softly into your mouth as he feels your legs wrap tightly around him, his arousal growing with each passing second.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back slightly to look at you, his eyes smoldering with raw desire.

""Mi laska", I need you," he murmurs huskily, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you, touch you, taste you. Will you give yourself to me? Completely?"

Mikhail chuckles lowly at your teasing words, his eyes glittering with amusement as he holds you closer to him.

""Ty takaya shalostlivaya", my sweet "printsessa"," he murmurs, his voice deep and rough with desire. "But every time we're together, "mi laska", means something to me. You're mine, in every way possible."

His hands trace sensuous circles on your back, his hard muscles rippling under the soft fabric of his suit.

"Tonight, "mi sobachka", I'm going to make sure you never forget our time together," he growls, his dark eyes smoldering with raw passion.