Chapter 191: You Like Even The Naughty Ones?
But just Yelena was enjoying her loving kisses, to her surprise, he didn’t stop there.
The gentleness that had melted her heart in the last few seconds dissolved into a sudden, consuming surge of pure, raw, animistic possession.
With a speed that stole her breath, his hands, large and warm, dropped from her back and clamped down with a firm, possessive grip on the plump curve of her buttocks. The rough friction of his palms against the worn fabric of her slacks was a shock that made her gasp.
He then squeezed the yielding flesh, fingers digging in, before lifting her completely up and off the floor. Her legs swung free, and a small, startled cry escaped her lips, instantly cut short as his mouth descended.
This kiss was nothing like the tender butterfly touches before.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
It was a hungry, aggressive plunder.
He didn’t claim her lips, his mouth landed hard on the soft skin of her cheek, immediately running down to the juncture of her jaw and neck, a primal, devouring force.
"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"
He was kissing and walking at the same time, his thighs straining as he carried her weight, pressed tightly against his chest, his mouth sucking violently at her skin.
She barely registered the thud as he reached her heavy wooden desk and dropped her right on top, the impact jarring the air from her lungs and Mika didn’t give her a second to register the change in their environment.
He pinned her to the desk with his body, leaning in and launching into a much more aggressive and animistic assault of kisses. His mouth was everywhere but her lips, a scorching trail of wet, demanding desire running his tongue from place to place.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"
He was fucking on her skin, sucking hard at the delicate skin just behind her ear, then dragging his mouth down her neck with a hot, desperate motion. He left a trail of red, angry hickeys blooming instantly on her pale skin, marking her with a passionate and loving ferocity that was wholly, intensely his.
His hands, too, were not obedient.
They were everywhere at once, roaming her body with a singular focus on the rich, forbidden curves of her flesh.
The desk, by forcing her hips into an arc, made her butt push out even more, and it became a fixed point of his relentless focus. He was constantly groping her butt, his fingers kneading the soft, giving mounds of her flesh with a rough, insistent pressure, lifting and squeezing as if trying to merge her flesh with his hands.
And from time to time, his left hand would abandon her ass to snake around her side, finding the heavy, yielding weight of her breasts. He didn’t just cup them; he groped them, squeezing the flesh over the lace of her bra with an impatient urgency that made her nipples instantly coil and harden in exquisite, painful demand.
"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"
All the while, he continued to kiss and suck on her neck in that same passionate and loving manner, the combination of his brutal mouth and his possessive hands overriding all thought in Yelena’s mind.
But even though he was touching her so wrongly, touching her in taboo places that no son should touch a mother—right now, Yelena didn’t care.
She didn’t care how inappropriate the raw, aggressive way he was acting was, or how taboo the frantic hunger in his eyes made her feel.
All the years of maternal distance, of guilt-ridden propriety, shattered and flew away like glass. Her hips tilted instinctively, a silent plea for more pressure, more friction, and her legs simply spread wider across the desk—welcoming him, urging him closer so she could press her body further against the unrelenting heat of his.
All that mattered was him, Mika, the boy who she raised, the boy who was completely and utterly devouring her with his touch, the man who was her son, who was claiming her with such passionate, reckless abandon.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss he wasn’t giving her lips—struggling to keep the mournful, pleading whimpers trapped deep in her chest as he continued to suck, to bite, to kiss down her neck in a desperate, loving frenzy.
—
By the time Mika finally pulled away, both of them were breathless.
His face was flushed, his hair sticking slightly to his forehead, and his chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. Yelena looked no better, her cheeks were pink, her lips slightly swollen, her crimson hair tumbling in disarray over her shoulders, her dress wrinkled and askew.
If anyone were to see them now, they’d think something far more scandalous had just taken place.
Mika grinned between panted breaths.
"How about that, Yelena? Enough kisses for you to be satisfied? Or..." He leaned in again, his lips hovering just above her cheek. "...should I keep going?"
Yelena shot him a glare, though it lacked any true anger. She pushed at his chest, her tone half stern and half flustered.
"Enough, Mika. You’ve already pampered my whole face and neck. There’s probably not a single spot left you haven’t kissed."
She touched her cheek, feeling the faint warmth where his lips had been, then looked up at him with a teasing pout.
"If it weren’t for my blessing’s regeneration, my skin would be covered in hickeys right now. My whole face and neck would be blue because of how aggressive you were. You really are quite the animal."
Her eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Tell me, Mika, do you treat every girl this way?"
And to this, he smirked, leaning in close enough for his breath to brush against her ear.
"Only the ones I truly love...and the ones I truly desire."
That whisper made her heart skip a beat. Her breath caught, and her fingers curled against his chest, warmth spreading from her chest to her very fingertips.
For so long she’d wanted to feel this closeness again, to be seen, touched, and adored by him. But now that it was happening, it felt overwhelming. Dangerous. Beautifully wrong and painfully right.
But then, to her confusion, Mika suddenly sighed and looked away, pouting slightly.
"You know the way you said that..." He murmured. "...it’s like you didn’t even like it. You make it sound like all those kisses were just...annoying to you."
"What?" Her eyes widened in panic. "No, Mika, that’s not what I meant!"
Before he could move, she grabbed his arm, holding him in place as she sat back on the edge of the desk.
"Don’t misunderstand, please. I—"
She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers nervously before finally forcing herself to say it.
"I loved your kisses, Mika. Every single one of them!"
Her voice was quiet but sincere.
"I loved every second of it, even the kisses that for much more then what a son should give a mother...They all felt so nice. It’s just that..."
She looked up at him with a trembling gaze.
"...It’s just embarrassing to say out loud."
Hearing this, Mika’s pout immediately faded, replaced by that teasing, boyish grin.
"Every single one of them, huh? Even the slightly naughty ones that I normally give to girls I’m seeing?"
Yelena gave a small nod, cheeks glowing and he chuckled softly.
"You do realize we were at it for over half an hour, right? Most people would’ve been tired or fed up."
She smiled shyly saying, "Maybe it’s because I just...love you that much. I wouldn’t mind if it went on forever."
Hearing this, something softened in Mika’s eyes. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face before murmuring.
"If that’s how you feel, then maybe I should make it a habit. You know, randomly stealing you away whenever I feel like pampering you."
Her blush deepened. "Wh-What do you mean by stealing me away?"
He smirked, tilting his head.
"Oh, you know...maybe one day you and Charlotte are cooking, and I’ll sneak in, grab you, and drag you into the pantry. Cover you in kisses until you can’t think straight."
"M-Mika!" She sputtered, but he only grinned wider.
"Or maybe you’re in the middle of a meeting like earlier." He continued, voice low and teasing. "I could turn off the lights for just a moment, kiss you senseless while no one can see, and then vanish again before they notice."
Her face was bright red now just like her hair, but despite her flustered protests, there was a shy smile tugging at her lips.
"You’re so greedy." She muttered, but then quietly added. "But...if you’re discreet...I don’t think I’d mind."
Her confession came out barely above a whisper as she leaned closer, her breath mingling with his.
"Getting stolen away like that by my Mika...doesn’t sound so bad."
Mika smiled, resting his forehead gently against hers. "That’s my Yelena."
Their eyes met, soft, bright, and full of something unspoken. For a long, lingering moment, neither of them said a word. The world seemed to quiet around them, leaving only the faint sound of their breathing and the warmth of their closeness.
Then Mika’s gaze flicked down to her lips again—then to her plump breasts he could see the wide cleavage of through her dress.
The playfulness in his smile deepened just slightly.
He had an idea, one that would take things just a little further...far enough that he could probably have a taste of her sweet nipples again.