Our tongues in one another’s mouths.
When we break the kiss, too out of breath to go on, our gazes find each other once more. Something stirs deep inside my stomach, like our souls are entwining.
This isn’t just sex anymore.
The connection feels spiritual. Transcendent, even. His eyes are hauntingly blue. They have the power to hypnotize me. Looking into them, I realize that somehow there’s always been a mutual understanding between us. It has grown more obvious over time, but it has always been present somehow. I always thought that we were worlds apart, but boy, I was wrong. We’re not. We’re more similar than I realized.
I feel his thrusts start to align with the very pulse of the earth. It’s like he’s thrusting life into my body.
I never realized it until now, but this is what I have always wanted. Genuine human connection with the opposite gender is something I have never experienced before.
It’s him.
I can refuse and convince myself to hate him, but nothing will change what we have.
I already tried ignoring it, fighting against it, pushing it away, but there are some things a woman alone cannot simply control.
My vision edges away. I want to keep eye contact, but the pleasure becomes too great, too overwhelming. He catches myclit with the base of his dick every time he withdraws from me, and it shifts me to the brink of orgasm.
“Niko!” I clutch his bicep with both hands.
“Let go,dorogaya. I have you,” he growls against my ear, his breath fanning my neck.
I shut my eyes as my impending climax crashes over me, stronger than a tsunami wave. Pleasure fills every cell in my body, ripples of warmth spreading through my entire being. I cry, the sensitivity between my legs overbearing.
I grab his arm again, clinging on like he’s a buoy and I’m trying to stay afloat.
My orgasm accelerates his own. I feel his pulse quicken as he releases his load inside of me in hot thick waves until all of his muscles tense, and he collapses beside me on the bed.
Both lying on our backs, side-by-side, we chase our breath. Sunlight streams in through the gaps in the curtain, illuminating tiny dust particles in the air.
Reality filters back into my brain, reminding me of my surroundings. I’m in Nikolai’s spare bedroom. Before we had sex, I was asleep on his bed, him on the armchair.
I blink myself awake, propping myself up on my elbows. It feels like I went to space and back. Like I took a vacation to escape the world.
I sigh, my breathing evening out.
That’s when I remember why I’m here—because I was almost murdered.
Before Nikolai killedthem.
There could be others out there.
I feel anxiety start to crunch my gut, the weight of the world suddenly pressing down on my chest.
But the minute I look back to Nikolai, everything fades.
Something has changed. I don’t feel afraid to look weak in front of him anymore. Don’t feel the need to one-up him. I don’t even feel a pinch of regret after the sex.
Does this mean I’ve officially surrendered myself to him?
Chapter Twenty
Nikolai
I rouse from sleep with a mound of hair in my face.
Lauren’s hair. It smells fresh, like a bowl of apples and coconuts.
