“Fuck.” A loud moan escapes my lips at the thrust of Nikolai’s full length inside me. I press my hands to his chest, arch my back, and let my head fall to the mattress. He pauses, looking down at my naked body with a sinister grin that mirrors my own.
He slowly pulls out to his swollen tip and then drives back in, again and again, my nails leaving scratches all over his back.
Moans fill the room, Nikolai moves with precision, building a rhythm that matches our mutual need. My body is trembling under him, every inch responsive, and I can’t help but need more with each thrust as he moans my name, over and over, marking me as his.
Nikolai’s hand slides down my side, following the curve of my waist until his thumb brushes the soft skin of my clit. I shiver beneath him, tugging his shoulders so my nipples can brush against his tattooed torso.
Nikolai groans low, barely containing himself, the sight and feel of me driving him wild.
Just then, he leans closer, letting his mouth brush my ear, nipping gently, whispering, “You are perfect, Aurelia.”
Hearing my full name on his lips sends me over the edge.
My breaths come faster, shallow and ragged, and I can’t help but need more from my devil.
“Kiss me, Nikolai… please.” I press closer, and his head tilts toward mine before his lips crash down in a bruising, hungry kiss, his tongue brushing mine in a slow, possessive dance.
Every moan, every gasp, ignites something raw inside him. I feel it every time I give him more, he thrusts harder, deeper, like he needs it.
“Fuck,” he whispers inside my mouth as I moan into his.
“I’m going to come, Nik.”
Fuck—I can’t even focus on the fact that I just gave him a nickname.
But he moans again, his body tensing, veins bulging along his arms at the side of my head.
“Come for me, baby.”
And I do, every release I need comes at once, giving in to everything I’ve been missing.
I pour my moans into his mouth and let my body go limp.
“You’re going to come again,” he says with a certainty I know is true.
He slowly backs out of me, and I feel the empty ache almost instantly, only to be replaced by a tingling anticipation as his lips trail down my stomach. The warmth of him hovering between my thighs makes my body pulse, every nerve alive.
When his tongue finds me, gliding over my entrance and up to my clit, a shiver shoots through me, and I gasp, lost in the delicious heat consuming me.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, and the words sink into me, igniting a possessive thrill I can’t contain.
Each movement of his tongue, inside and along me, sends jolts of pleasure curling through my body, making me arch and quiver beneath his touch. My heart hammers; my breath comes in ragged gasps, leaving me completely undone.
When he lifts his head, I want to cry out, my body trembling from the intensity, but I push him back down, needing more, craving the full sweep of sensation he brings. Every flick, glide, stretch and curl of him inside me drives me higher, until I feel like I’m hovering on the edge of something I’ve never felt so completely before.
He loosens his grip at the tremble of my body, almost asking for permission to come up for air. But even though I’ve come twice, I push my thighs together, buying myself the time to do what I need to do.
Build up the courage to grab the knife.
I have to kill him. I have to kill him. I have to kill him.
I repeat it, again, and again, until I reach my hand behind my head, trying to ignore his heat. He kisses up my stomach and onto my nipple, lightly biting it, causing my back to arch.
Snap out of it, Aurelia. You know what you have to do. It doesn’t matter how good it feels.
His tongue glides up my neck, and on instinct, mine reaches out to meet his in a deep kiss. My lips stay locked on Nikolai’s, keeping the rhythm, not letting my uneven breath give my intentions away.
I grab a hold of the handle, but pause for a moment.
