I could feel her heart racing under my touch, and my cock screamed for her attention. I was hard and aching, but I ignored it, focusing solely on her pleasure. I wanted to make her come again, to feel her body convulse around me, to hear her cries of pleasure.
And as I continued to explore her body, to taste her, to touch her, I knew that this was more than just sex. This was something deeper, something more meaningful. And I was ready to dive in headfirst, consequences be damned.
I swept Mina off her feet, carrying her to the couch. Her breath hitched as I bent her over the arm, her hands gripping the cushions. The sight of her like that—submissive, trusting—sent a surge of desire through me. I ran my hands over her smooth skin, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. She shivered beneath my touch, anticipation building with every caress.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock hard and ready. I could feel her heat, see the way her body trembled with need. I slid into her with a thrust, a groan escaping my lips as her tight warmth enveloped me. She gasped, her back arching as she pushed back against me, meeting my movements with her own desperate hunger.
"Nikolai," she breathed. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to move. Each thrust was hard, demanding, driven by a primal need to claim her completely. I wanted her to feel every inch of me, to know that she was mine.
Her moans filled the room, each one spurring me on. I could feel her body responding to mine, her muscles clenching around me as I drove deeper and deeper. The sound of our bodies coming together was raw, intense, a symphony of desire that echoed through the quiet house.
"You feel so fucking good," I growled, my voice rough with need. She whimpered in response, her body trembling with every thrust. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in quick, firm circles, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. She cried out, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm hit. Her release was intense, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
But I wasn't finished. I kept moving, my thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. I wanted to feel her come again, to push her over the edge until she was completely consumed by pleasure. I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure growing with each thrust.
"Nikolai, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. I could feel her body tensing again, her muscles clenching around me as she neared another climax. I increased the pressure on her clit, my fingers moving faster, harder.
Her second orgasm hit with a force that left her gasping for breath. Her body convulsed around me, her muscles gripping me tightly as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust, I came, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. I held her tightly, my fingers digging into her hips as I emptied myself into her. The room filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, the scent of our pleasure lingering in the air.
I collapsed onto the couch, pulling her with me. She curled up against my chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as our breaths slowly returned to normal.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice soft against my skin. I could feel her heart beating in time with mine, a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.
"You're incredible," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she nuzzled against me. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant ticking of a clock.
In that moment, everything felt right. The chaos of the past few hours faded into the background, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. Mina was safe, she was here with me, and that was all that mattered.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I couldn't help but think about what came next. The consequences of leaving the road trip was still looming, the uncertainty of our future hanging over us like a dark cloud. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the warmth of her body against mine, the soft sound of her breath, the feeling of her heart beating in time with mine.
Whatever came next, we would face it together. And in that moment, that was enough.
Mina almost instantly fell asleep on my shoulder, murmuring under her breath. "I think… I think I love you," she said.
I stiffened at her words, unsure how to respond. My heart raced, a wild thing caught in a cage. Did she really mean it? Could she love me after everything? The thought both thrilled and terrified me.
This wasn’t just some fleeting connection or physical need; there was something deeper at play here. Whatever this was between us felt real—raw and unfiltered. It had the power to break me or set me free.
I glanced down at her peaceful face, the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. The vulnerability in that moment hit me hard; she trusted me completely. That trust weighed heavy on my shoulders, a responsibility I couldn’t ignore.
I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, letting my fingers linger against her skin. What did I know about love? About relationships? My past had taught me to keep walls up, to never let anyone in too close.
But Mina was always the exception.
And the thought didn’t scare me the way it used to.
Chapter 27
Mina
I blinked awake, sunlight spilling softly through the curtains, golden and gentle, like it knew how fragile this moment was. The room was hushed, warm with the low rhythm of Nikolai’s breathing beside me. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there, letting my body remember the safety of his arm slung over my waist, the heat of him anchoring me to something solid for the first time in what felt like forever.
His chest rose and fell in time with mine, and I turned my face into the pillow, hiding a small smile. Last night had felt like a storm—a blur of chaos and fear, adrenaline and emotion. But now? This was peace. And it felt foreign in the best possible way.
I nestled closer to him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He smelled like clean sheets and skin and something unmistakably Nikolai. It comforted me, calmed the trembling edges of everything I hadn’t dared let myself feel.
