Slow at first. Deep and purposeful. Each stroke of his cock sending a surge of pleasure through me.
The bed creaks beneath his rhythm, and the Northern Lights flicker green and pink fire over his shoulders. I hold on to him like I’m afraid if I let go, I’ll fall out of whatever spell this is. Because this is crazy. Him. Me.Us. It’s insanity.
But I’m not going to question it. Because right now, this is everything.
“Nikolai… please… I need more.”
His control shatters with a groan. He drives into me harder and deeper, the sound wet and obscene and perfect.
“You feel so good. So sweet.” He moans. “So fucking sweet.”
I cry out and dig my heels into his back, meeting every thrust. I’m drowning in him. All of him. The way he moves, the wayhe sounds, the way he looks down at me like the pleasure has caught him completely off guard.
“Come on my cock.” He moans. “I want to feel your sweet pussy coming. I want your cum to coat me.” Every word drips with desperation. “Grip my cock,malyshka. That’s it. Tighter. Don’t stop…fuck… you’re so tight… you’re going to make me come so hard…”
I do, but it’s too much, and my orgasm hits like a crashing wave, wild and unstoppable, and I come undone beneath him.
With a cry, I clench around him, and he groans like he’s in pain. He thrusts once, twice, then spills into me with a deep, guttural growl.
His body shudders, and his hips jerk, and he collapses over me, breathing hard. His weight pins me, and I don’t care. I want it.I want him.
I turn my head and my gaze drifts to the large window.
Outside, the lights ripple over the snow in shimmering green and pink like something magical.
Inside, we lie tangled and bare beneath the covers, our bodies slick and still connected.
It’s like a dream.
And I don’t ever want to wake up.
22
NIKOLAI
She’s gone when I wake. But the blankets are still warm beside me, and the scent of her is all around me.
I settle my gaze on the window. It glows with the Northern Lights. The light pulses through the room in shifting patterns, brushing over the stone fireplace, the heavy beams, and the edges of the bed.
Holly steps out of the bathroom. Naked and awash in the colors of the Aurora, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The light plays over her in streaks of emerald and amethyst moving across her luscious body.
I sit up, unable to take my eyes off her. And my heart does something it’s never done before.
It clenches.
“You weren’t there,” I say, my voice rough with sleep and want.
I reach for her and pull her across the sheets, and her body slides into mine.
My hands find her waist, then her thighs, and I drag her up over me so she’s straddling me.
Her hair falls around her face, catching the light like fire and shadow. The colors on her skin are alive. Pale and glowing and otherworldly. I brush a thumb over her ribs, up her side and to the swell of her breast. She gasps and bites her lip, and her hips begin to unconsciously rock against me.
Her hands brace on my chest, and with a whimper she slides onto my cock, taking every inch inside her warm pussy.
My head falls back as her heat wraps around me and I groan through my teeth.Fuck.
I don’t want to be anywhere but here. Because being inside Holly is my new favorite thing.
