She starts to move. Slow and purposeful. Her palms slide up to my shoulders as she rides me. The lights flicker across her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted, small moans slipping out with each roll of her hips.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
I grip her waist, let her set the pace, my gaze locked to her beautiful face.
Every time she sinks down, it’s like a wave crashes over me.
Not just sensation, but something pure and raw.
I’ve fucked more women than I can count. But this…
This is something else.
Something fucking out of this world.
The Northern Lights ripple across her spine as she leans forward, kissing me. It’s deep and tender, and I fall harder and faster into what is happening between us. I wrap my arms around her and cradle her against me, while she takes me all the way inside again and again.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I don’t want this to stop.”
I brush my lips to her ear. “It doesn’t have to.”
I slide a hand between us, find her clit, rub the tight bud of nerves in slow circles, and she shatters.
Her body jerks, and a sob catches in her throat, and her sweet pussy clenches tightly around me as she comes hard, gasping and shuddering in my arms.
“Oh Nikolai…”
I lose it.
The feel of her. The sound of her. The look on her face when she falls apart.
My growl is primal as my orgasm rips through me.
And I release into her, pulse after pulse, so intense it feels like I’m breaking apart.
And I am.
I have been for months now.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Long before the night at the gallery.
23
HOLLY
Christmas morning.
The thought floats through my mind as gentle as snowfall, and I wake slowly, my consciousness seeping in, slow and unhurried.
The sheets beneath me are impossibly soft, the kind of luxury I've only ever experienced in hotels that cost more per night than my monthly rent.
But this isn't a hotel.
This is Nikolai's bed.
And the warmth pressed against my back, the weight of an arm draped across my waist… that's him.
