PART 2 OF SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN WITH MISHA
You were in Misha's room. He lifted you up onto a short dresser and you wrapped your legs around him locking him to you. His lips locked onto the pulse point of your neck. Small moans escaped you at the pleasure. Your hands roamed his chest. His warm skin felt more than enticing. "You're so beautiful," Misha whispered into your ear as he grazed his teeth over your earlobe. You bit your lip. He ran his hand under your shirt moving smoothly slowly until he gently pawed at your breast. "Misha," you softly called. He trailed kisses from your ear to your lips. His tongue slowly massaging yours.
"Yes beautiful?" he answered breaking the kiss. His warm breath fanned your face.
"I love this I do," you said, "but am I just another notch on the bedpost?".
"Y/N," he said resting his forehead against yours, "of course not. I really do like you a lot. I have for a while. It was why I was so confident in going into that closet with you and even more so when you told me you felt the same way. Be mine please?". You smiled.
"Misha," you said, "the minute you kissed me I was yours,". He smiled and caught your lips in his again. It was heated and you immediately got lost in it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and carried you to the queen-sized bed across the room. Not breaking the kiss even when he laid you down. When you both needed to breath you just stared at each other. Admiration and lust burning in both your eyes.
"Should we seal the deal?" he teased making you giggle.
"Yes please," you said pulling his lips to yours again. That night was the most passion-filled night you ever had. If the people in the neighboring rooms didn't know Misha's name before. They surely knew it by the next morning.