This time, there was no hesitation. I melted against him again as if we were made to collide like this over and over. With every brush of our lips and every soft sigh between us, I felt walls crumble within me—walls built by past fears and doubts. Here with Nikolai, those fears faded into whispers overshadowed by something new and thrilling: hope.
Nikolai's hands, strong and sure, traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers down my spine. He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense and hungry, before lowering his mouth to mine. The kiss was deep and consuming, a promise of what was to come.
He shifted, aligning his body with mine, and I felt the hard length of him pressing against me. A gasp escaped my lips as he pushed inside, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain that quickly dissolved into pure ecstasy.
His movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust drawing out a moan from deep within me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to keep up with the rhythm he set. The world faded away, leaving only the two of us, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
Suddenly, he began to speak in Russian, his voice low and rough. The words were foreign to me, but the sound of them sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. There was something primal and raw about the way he spoke, each syllable adding fuel to the fire burning between us.
He increased the pace, his hips moving faster, harder. The bed creaked beneath us. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building and building until I couldn't take it anymore.
Just as I was about to reach the peak, he slowed down, his movements becoming almost torturous in their deliberateness. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he continued to speak in Russian, the words a sweet torment that kept me hovering on the edge.
"Please," I begged, my voice a desperate plea. I needed release, needed him to push me over the edge.
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, before resuming his previous pace. The sensation was too much, too intense, and I felt myself spiraling out of control. Waves of pleasure washed over me, each one more powerful than the last, until I was left gasping for breath, my body trembling with the aftershocks of our passion.
Nikolai's breath was hot on my neck as he whispered, "You feel incredible, Mina. So fucking good on my dick."
His words were a low growl, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire deep within me. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he moved inside me, each thrust deliberate and powerful.
"You're so tight, so perfect," he continued, his voice rough with desire. "I could stay inside you forever."
I gasped, my body arching against his as he hit a spot that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. "Nikolai," I breathed out, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling me deep inside you, filling you up."
I couldn't respond, couldn't form words. All I could do was nod, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he continued to fuck me, his pace increasing with each passing moment.
"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice a commanding growl. "Tell me you want me to fuck you harder, faster."
"I want it," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me harder, faster. Please, Nikolai."
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he complied, his hips moving with a renewed intensity that left me breathless. Each thrust was harder, deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"You're so fucking sexy, Mina," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "The way you move, the way you respond to me. It drives me crazy."
I moaned, my body writhing beneath his as he continued to speak, his words a sweet torment that kept me teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
"I want to feel you come," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you tighten around me, to hear you scream my name as you let go."
His words were my undoing. With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure that left me gasping for breath. I cried out his name, my voice a desperate, pleading sound that echoed through the room.
As I came down from the high, Nikolai slowed his pace, his movements becoming gentler, more tender. He kissed me softly, his lips brushing against mine in a sweet, lingering caress.
"You're incredible, precious thing," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking incredible."
Without warning, Nikolai flipped me onto my knees, his strong hands guiding my hips into position. Before I could even gasp, he slammed into me, filling me completely in one swift motion. A moan escaped my lips, the sudden intensity sending waves of pleasure and shock through my body.
His grip tightened, holding me firmly as he began to move, each thrust powerful and deliberate. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the raw, primal rhythm echoing off the walls. I clung to the sheets, my fingers digging into the fabric as I tried to steady myself against the force of his movements.
Suddenly, he stilled, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered, "Look up, Mina."
I lifted my gaze, and there we were, reflected in the full-length mirror across the room. The sight was erotic, almost surreal. His body, lean and muscular, moved behind mine with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. My eyes met his in the reflection, and I saw the raw desire burning in his gaze.
"Watch me fuck you," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slid up my back, tracing the curve of my spine before gripping my shoulders, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.
The sight of us together, the way our bodies moved in sync, was intoxicating. My nipples peaked, aching for his touch, and I could feel the heat building between my thighs, threatening to consume me. Each time he pushed into me, I watched our reflection, the eroticism of the scene pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
