Page 47 of The Russian's Bought Bride

Now, he’s acting on it, and I don’t want him to stop, regardless of what he’s done.

I want to believe I’m full of enough conviction to not be swayed by something like this, but from the moment I saw him, I knew he was painfully gorgeous. The grief, the trauma, and the lies were stopping me from letting those thoughts get out of hand before, but now, I can’t hold them in.

His hands roam my sides while he kisses me deeply, and when he pulls back a bit like he wants to hesitate or leave room for me to withdraw, I guide him back in and meld my lips with his.

Instinctively, Nikolai leans into it and hums, letting himself feel the swell of my curves.

With a low sound in his throat, he breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my skin.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters, continuing his ministrations anyway and not even trying to loosen his hold on me. “I really shouldn’t.”

“I don’t care,” I say quietly, breathless as my eyes slip shut and a shiver moves through me.

He gently bites at my skin with a groan in response before kissing back up. He mumbles against my jaw, “You should care.”

Maybe he has a point, but in this moment, I can’t even pretend like my whole body isn’t awake for him right now, needing his hands on me as if my life depends on it.

When he hovers his lips above mine, I grab the front of his shirt and tug him as close as possible, kissing him hard before I lose my nerve.

I don’t feel like myself right now, being bold and taking what I want, yet I don’t mind it. In all honesty, I don’t want this part of me to go away. It feels like having the audacity of someone far braver, and it’s more liberating than I ever would’ve thought.

Reaching for his hand, I guide it to my chest, and every nerve ending in my body seems to light up at the contact, quietly demanding more.

Nikolai grunts quietly in the kiss, letting himself surrender to it more as he takes over, cupping my breast through my top and bra. He groans again, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric now to feel me directly.

“Dani…” he murmurs, sounding more like a warning wrapped in desire.

A soft moan escapes me the second his thumb brushes against my nipple, and there’s no doubting just how badly I need this now. “I don’t care if this is a bad idea…don’t stop.”

As the words sink in, he lets go of an almost disbelieving breath before he’s kissing me deeply all over again, tasting me without hesitation.

His hands move quickly now, pushing the hem of my top up before discarding it completely. He wastes no time melding our lips together again before he’s guiding me back.

“Then lie back.”

A thrill scurries down my spine at the prospect, and without needing to be told twice, I do exactly that. The countertop is cool against my back, but the feverish way he reaches for my bottoms and guides them down makes me hardly register it.

He’s a flurry of movement, undressing me and pressing his lips to whatever area of skin he can reach. His palms settle on my thighs as he pushes them up while his mouth moves down my stomach.

I squirm in anticipation, breathing slightly heavier now. Warming all over, I feel even more heat in my cheeks from the close attention he gives me, like there’s no place he’d rather be than between my thighs.

“If you don’t want me to stop…” he murmurs, kissing the hem of my panties before continuing even further, breath fanning against the front of me. “Then I’m not going to.”

Without warning, he mouths at me through the thin material, tongue pressing against the heat of me.

I suck in a sharp breath, instinctively tensing at the rush of sensations. Then more pleasant ripples course through me, making me melt even more for him.

Nikolai groans against me, barely holding out long enough before he’s pulling the material to the side andcontinuing directly. He moves like he’s drunk on me and desperate for even more.

“Jesus Christ,” he utters, devouring me like I’m the best thing he has ever tasted.

The combination of the friction and the dutiful way he works me over is enough to have me reaching for his hair and moaning for him. “Nikolai...”

He growls out another low sound before doubling his efforts and giving me everything he has.

I try so hard to savor every part of it, but I’m getting lost in the overwhelming way he keeps me here, giving me unlimited pleasure all at once. Between his hair and the countertop beneath me, I ground myself as well as I can, all the while he pulls every sound out of me.

Tension coils tighter in my lower stomach as my thighs tremble with the force of it, but he doesn’t let up.