Page 60 of Kidnapped Bride

"I want you here," he said. "In my bed, in my home, beside me—as my partner." He sighed and moved his phone to the night stand. "I know you don't believe that yet and I know tonight made it harder. But the sooner you let that sink in, the sooner you'll see that the person who actually wants you in his life is sitting right next to you."

I whimpered as he leaned in, placing a petal-soft kiss to my forehead, and I didn't pull away. His lips stayed there, breathing me in, as I let my guard down. No matter what happened tonight, Nikolai was right about my mother and my brother. I didn't like admitting it, but it was the truth.

And while I was in this house against my will originally, it hadn't all been bad. My anger had made me think only of the negative things, but Nikolai wasn't only bad. He had good qualities, and I cared about him. More than I probably should.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured against my skin. “You're safe, okay?"

His mouth brushed lower, finding my lips in a slow, careful kiss. The moment our mouths met I melted. My eyes fluttered shut and a soft whimper escaped me as I opened for him. His tongue slid against mine, tasting every little sigh I gave and my hands rose on their own, curling around his neck instead of pushing him back. Heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading through every tired, aching part of me.

Nikolai kissed me deeper, slower, like he had all night to convince me I belonged with him. “That’s it,” he whispered between kisses, "come out of hiding."

I couldn’t stop the way my body softened every time he showed interest in me. Every gentle stroke of his tongue made my resistance fade until I was needy and desperate for the comfort only he seemed to offer right now.

He pulled back and ran a hand through his hair as he stood. I couldn’t look away as he pulled his shirt off, and the undershirt beneath it. Then he undid his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down to a heap. He was half swollen, eyes fueled with desire, but he moved slowly. Like he didn't want to scare me off.

When he climbed back onto the bed, carefully folding the covers back and sliding under them, I scooted back for him. His skin pressed against mine, making more heat rush through my system.

"I don't ever want you to think I don’t want you, Kira. I was a fool when this all started. I had no idea who you were or the treasure you are." He sighed, pressing a kiss to my forehead as his hand explored my curves. "I do want you. You're amazing and I've never met a woman like you."

His hands moved to the thin straps of my bra, sliding them down my shoulders with tender fingers. “Let me take this off,” he murmured. “I need to feel all of you against me.”

I arched my back without thinking and he reached behind me, unclasping it easily. The fabric slipped away as his warm palms covered my breasts.

“So perfect,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss me again.

His mouth claimed mine in another deep, drugging kiss while his fingers trailed lower, hooking into the waistband of my panties. “These too,” he whispered against my lips. “I want nothing between us.”

I lifted my hips and he slid the lace down my legs reverently, until I lay completely bare. We'd done this several times, but I had never felt so vulnerable as this time. When he leaned in to kiss me this time, it felt different. Like he was consuming me.

I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his back and he shifted closer, pulling the covers over us both as his body pressed against mine. I was scared and confused and still hurting from everything he had shown me, but I didn’t want him to stop.

He shifted us on the bed until I was on my back and he was hovering over me. His mouth found mine again while his hand slid down my stomach and over my mound.

"Spread your legs for me." His voice was rough but it sent heat straight through my core.

I did what he said and his hand moved between my thighs. His fingers found where I was already wet and he made a sound low in his throat that was pure satisfaction.

"You want this as much as I do." He slid one finger inside me and I grabbed the sheets. "Don't you?"

"Yes." The word came out breathless. "God, yes."

He added another finger and started moving them in a rhythm that had me rocking my hips against his hand. His thumb found my clit and circled it while his fingers worked inside me and the combination made my vision blur.

"Look at me." He leaned down so his face was inches from mine. "I want to see your face when you come."

I forced my eyes open and met his gaze while his fingers moved faster. The pressure built low in my belly and spread through my entire body until I couldn't think about anything except the way he was touching me.

"That's it." His thumb pressed harder against my clit. "Let go."

The orgasm hit me so hard I arched off the bed, groaning. He moved his fingers through it while watching my face with an intensity that should've made me uncomfortable but didn't. When the waves finally stopped he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his mouth.

"You taste even better than ever." He sucked them clean while maintaining eye contact.

"Mmm," I mewled, feeling drugged after all that emotion and now this.

"Turn over." He gripped my hip and guided me onto my stomach. "On your knees."

I pushed myself up until I was kneeling with my face pressed against the pillow and my ass in the air. His hands ran down my back and over my hips before gripping my thighs and spreading them wider.