I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. He responded in kind, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me, positioning me. And then he was inside me, filling me, completing me.
We moved together, our bodies in sync, our breaths mingling. Each thrust was a promise, a claim. Each touch was a spark that ignited a fire within me. I clung to him, my nails raking down his chest, my legs straddling his hips, pulling him deeper into me.
His lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless. I tasted him, the salt of his sweat, the sweetness of his desire. Our tongues danced, mirroring the movements of our bodies.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. "Your pussy was made for my cock," he murmured, his voice ragged with need. "Fuck, I fit so fucking well."
My breath hitched as I moved on top of Nikolai, his grip tightening on my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that was as primal as it was perfect. His eyes, dark and intense, never left mine, holding me captive in their stormy depths. I could feel every inch of him, hard and hot inside me, filling me completely.
My breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached up, capturing one nipple in his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips as he sucked and teased, drawing out a moan from deep within me. His other hand moved to my back, pressing me closer, deepening the contact.
"Nikolai," I breathed, my voice a plea. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, pushing me closer to the edge. His grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he switched his attention to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same intense focus.
The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking—the rustle of sheets, the creak of the bed, the harsh rhythm of our breathing. Each sensation heightened, every touch a spark that ignited a fire within me. I clung to him, my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
His lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless. I tasted him, the salt of his sweat, the sweetness of his desire. Our tongues danced, mirroring the movements of our bodies. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot against my skin.
"You make the sweetest sounds when I'm fucking ruining you," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Such a fucking good girl."
He shifted beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me, positioning me. And then he was thrusting into me, hard and fast, each movement a claim, a promise. My body responded, meeting his thrusts with my own, our movements in sync, our breaths mingling.
The pleasure built, a tension coiling tight within me. I could feel it, the edge, the precipice. And then I was falling, letting go, riding the waves of pleasure as they crested through me. I cried out his name, my fingers clutching at him, my legs shaking.
He followed me over the edge, his body tensing, his own release a hot, pulsing sensation inside me. He held me close, his arms wrapped around me, his breath ragged against my skin. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating in sync.
I closed my eyes.
Damn.
He was good.
Better than I ever had.
I didn't want it to end.
Chapter 28
Nikolai
I lay in bed with the early light slipping through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the sheets and warming my skin. Mina dozed against my chest, her breathing slow and even, her hair tangled and soft against my collarbone. I kept still, one arm around her waist, not wanting to move. Not wanting to break this. Whatever this was.
She looked so peaceful, and for a few moments, all I could do was watch her—catalog the small details that anchored me: the curve of her shoulder, the faint crease in her brow even in sleep. I didn’t know what to call the thing swelling in my chest, but it was big. Bigger than I’d prepared for.
Then my phone buzzed against the nightstand and shattered it all.
I reached for it with a groan, heart already twisting when I saw the name flash across the screen. Coach.
“Yeah,” I muttered, careful to keep my voice low, so I didn’t wake her.
“Nikolai,” he said, and that tone—controlled, tight, heavy—cut right through whatever calm I’d been clinging to. “We need to talk.”
I sat up slowly, easing away from Mina, pressing my back to the headboard. “What happened?”
“News is moving fast.” A pause. I could hear him breathing, pacing maybe. “I just got off a call with league officials. They know about what happened last night.”
My jaw tensed. “Am I getting suspended?”
“Not yet,” he said. “But they’re watching. Hard. This isn’t just a personal issue anymore—it’s a team issue. A league issue.”
