"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Seeing you take me, seeing you give in to me. It's perfect."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn't look away from the mirror. The sight of our bodies, the sound of his voice, the feel of him inside me—it was all too much. I felt myself spiraling, the tension building to an almost unbearable level.
"Nikolai," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. "I can't... I'm so close."
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he increased his pace, his hips moving faster, harder. "Let go, Mina," he commanded. "Come for me. Watch yourself fall apart for me."
Nikolai's grip tightened in my hair, pulling me upright until I could see the reflection of our bodies in the mirror. The sight was raw and primal, his cock moving inside me with a rhythm that was both brutal and hypnotic. I gasped, the intensity of the visual sending shockwaves through my body.
His other hand snaked around my waist, fingers finding my clit with unerring precision. He began to move his fingers in time with his thrusts, the dual sensation overwhelming my senses. My breath hitched, and I tried to look away, the intensity too much to bear.
"Don't look away," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His grip in my hair tightened, holding me in place, forcing me to watch as he fucked me.
The sight of his cock disappearing into me, the feel of his fingers working my clit, the sound of his harsh breaths—it was all too much. My body trembled, the tension building to an unbearable level. I could feel the heat coiling in my core, threatening to consume me.
Nikolai's teeth grazed my neck, a sharp, possessive bite that sent me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, stars exploding behind my eyes as I cried out, my body convulsing around him. He held me tight, his grip unyielding, as he continued to thrust into me, prolonging my climax until I was a trembling, gasping mess in his arms.
The world around us blurred, the only reality the sensation of his body against mine, the feel of him inside me, and the raw, primal connection that bound us together.
I watched as Nikolai's reflection in the mirror became a vision of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His muscles tensed and flexed with each powerful thrust, his face a canvas of raw desire and hunger. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on me, watching every reaction, every tremble of my body.
"Look at how perfect you are," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Your perfect tits, your tight pussy, made just for my cock."
A moan escaped my lips, unbidden and wild. His words, dirty and possessive, ignited something deep within me, a response that echoed through every nerve ending. I could feel the heat building, the tension coiling in my core, threatening to explode.
"Look at how responsive your body is to me," he continued, his voice rough and commanding. "Mine. All fucking mine."
His pace increased, becoming harder and faster, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I could feel every inch of him, filling me, consuming me, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.
Suddenly, he began to speak in Russian; the words flowing from his lips like a dark, sensual melody. I didn't understand the language, but the sound of it, the way it rolled off his tongue, was intoxicating. It was as if he was casting a spell, weaving a tapestry of desire and need that enveloped us both.
I watched in the reflection as pleasure washed over his face, his features softening and hardening in a dance of pure, unbridled passion. It was a sight that undid something inside of me, shattering the last of my inhibitions and fears. I felt a surge of power, a sense of belonging and connection that went beyond the physical.
In that moment, I was his, completely and utterly. And he was mine, bound together by a force that transcended words and reason. The reflection in the mirror became a portal to a world where only we existed, lost in a dance of desire and need, consumed by a passion that burned like wildfire.
"Come with me, precious thing," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. I reached up, grabbing the back of his head as he sucked at my throat, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. His hips moved faster, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.
Nikolai's breath was hot on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he whispered dark, possessive words that pushed me even closer to the brink.
Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst inside me. A wave of heat surged through me, crashing over every nerve as I gripped him tighter, breath catching on a gasp I couldn’t hold back. My body arched, trembling in his arms, lost in the moment where everything else disappeared—just him and me and the storm we’d created together.
He buried his face in my neck with a low, raw sound, his body shuddering against mine, caught in the same current. For a breathless moment, we didn’t move, suspended in the quiet aftermath, tangled together and entirely undone.
I felt him come inside me, the sensation intense and overwhelming. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed through me.
His breath was ragged, his body shaking as he held me close, his cock still pulsing inside me. The feeling of him filling me, of our bodies joined in such an intimate way, was indescribable. It was as if we were one, connected on a level that went beyond the physical.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, I looked up into his eyes. They were dark and intense, filled with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something that made my heart ache. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle despite the intensity of what we had just shared.
"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure we had just experienced. In that moment, I felt seen, understood, and cherished in a way I never had before.
I reached up, cupping his face in my hands as I kissed him softly, pouring all the emotions I couldn't put into words into that single gesture. He responded, his lips moving against mine in a slow, lingering caress that spoke volumes.
"Mine," he murmured, eyes already closing. "Mine, precious thing."
Chapter 20
Nikolai
