I trailed kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. Every touch, every taste of her skin sent a jolt through me. She arched into my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I found the sensitive spot just below her ear. I lingered there, teasing, before moving lower.
My mouth found the curve of her shoulder, and I left another mark—a silent claim that she was mine. She shuddered, her fingers digging into my back as if anchoring herself to the moment. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the rustle of fabric as I explored every inch of her.
I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down to her collarbone, then further still. Her breath hitched as I kissed the swell of her breast, my hands mapping the curves of her body. She was soft and warm, her skin like silk under my touch. I could feel her heart racing, matching the pounding in my own chest.
Her hands found their way into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I took her breast into my mouth, sucking gently, drawing out a moan from deep within her. The sound sent a wave of heat through me, and I could feel myself losing control.
My hands roamed over her, tracing the lines of her hips, the dip of her waist. Every touch was a discovery, a revelation. She was perfect—every curve, every line of her body fit against mine like we were made for each other.
I could feel her responding to me, her body arching into my touch, her breath coming in quick gasps. It was intoxicating—the power of knowing that I was the one making her feel this way. That I was the one she wanted, the one she trusted with her body, her pleasure.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she let out a soft cry as I sucked harder on her breast, my teeth grazing her skin. I could feel her heart pounding against my lips, her body trembling with need.
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, to see the desire and trust reflected there. It was a heady mix, one that made me want to give her everything, to be everything she needed.
"Nikolai," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. It was a plea, a demand, a promise all rolled into one. And I was more than willing to answer.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense and quiver beneath my lips. Every touch, every taste of her skin was a revelation—a silent promise of more to come. Her breath hitched as I kissed the soft skin of her hipbone, my hands gripping her thighs with a firm gentleness that made her shiver.
“Ever since this morning,” I murmured against her skin, “I’ve wanted to taste you again.” The words were a confession, whispered into the curve of her hip, a secret shared between us.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, a silent plea for more. I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation. I spread her thighs wider, my gaze locked onto hers, watching her reactions, feeling her surrender to the moment.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her pussy. She gasped, her body arching off the bed as I licked her clit, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent a shudder through her. The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet and salty, a heady mix that drove me wild.
I didn’t hold back. I devoured her, my tongue tracing every line, every curve, exploring her depths with a hunger that was both primal and reverent. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and need that echoed in my ears, spurring me on.
Her fingers dug into my scalp, her hips bucking against my mouth as she sought more, needed more. I gave her everything, my tongue and lips working in tandem to drive her to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure I was giving her.
I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out. Her walls clenched around me, her body convulsing as she reached the peak.
Her orgasm was a thing of beauty—a raw, uninhibited release that left her gasping for breath, her body shaking with the aftershocks. I slowed my pace, gentling my touch, guiding her down from the high with soft kisses and gentle strokes.
When she finally opened her eyes, they were filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude. She reached for me, pulling me up to her, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.
“Nikolai,” she whispered against my lips, her voice filled with emotion. It was a moment of pure connection, a silent promise of more to come. And in that moment, I knew—I was in deep. Deeper than I had ever been before. And there was no turning back.
Chapter 19
Mina
Nikolai’s hand slid around the back of my neck, firm yet gentle, his fingers brushing against my skin. He pulled me toward him, our mouths crashing together in a heated kiss that ignited every nerve ending in my body. My heart raced as his lips moved against mine, the world around us fading into a distant hum.
I melted into him, feeling the strength of his frame and the warmth radiating from his skin. It was intoxicating—the way he claimed me, the way everything felt electric when he touched me. I had never felt so alive, so desired. Every kiss deepened my longing for him, making it impossible to think about anything else.
His hand tightened slightly at the nape of my neck, tilting my head just enough to deepen the kiss. I gasped into his mouth, surprised by the surge of passion that flooded through me. This was no mere exploration; it was an urgent need to connect. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as I tried to match his intensity.
We moved together like we were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their fit. I could feel his breath mingling with mine, and each soft growl that escaped him sent a thrill down my spine. It felt primal and raw—like nothing mattered except this moment.
When we finally broke apart, both of us gasping for air, I looked up into his eyes. They were darkened with desire but held something deeper—a hint of vulnerability that made my heart ache in a way I didn’t fully understand.
“Wow,” I breathed out, still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips on mine.
“Wow?” he echoed with a half-smirk playing on his lips, but there was something serious in his gaze too. “Is that all you’ve got?”
I chuckled nervously but couldn’t hold back the smile spreading across my face. “Maybe I need more practice.”
“Then let’s practice,” he replied, pulling me back into another kiss that stole my breath once more.
