Micajah Rykov was scared.
He was scared that his princess would leave when she finished talking and that's why he wanted to make the most out of the little time they were having together. He wanted to have a taste of her, wanted to know how she tasted from all ends.
He wasn't doing that to change her mind, no. He was doing that because he was craving her. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one. She was his to keep but she was a stubborn mule and he wasn't going to focus on that today.
Today was about him and her, teaching each other to explore their bodies.
Camille's shirt was halfway buttoned, just enough to allow Mikhail's hands to roam her body, allow him to have a hold of her bra, kiss the valley between them, and just enough for him to unstrap her bra while he was still running his tongue along the valley.
He hadn't noticed it yet, but Camille had long stopped talking.
