Page 48 of The Russian's Bought Bride

Instead, Nikolai uses his tongue and lips to push me closer to the edge, pinning me effectively so I can’t move out of his grasp even for a moment. He hums as he works, determined to give me everything I need.

Before I know it, I’m arching from the countertop and pulling in sharper breaths as my moans become desperate whimpers. I tug a bit harder on his hair.

“Nikolai—”

His name barely leaves me before I’m reaching the crest, clenching through the first orgasm as it crashes over me. My breath hitches before I shudder, feeling every drop of immediate bliss and the pleasant haze it brings me.

He moans against me while encouraging me through it, softening his touch as I ride it out. Then, he presses gentler kisses to my inner thighs before he moves up my body again.

“Oh my god,” I murmur breathlessly, slowly catching my breath and running a hand over my face.

Nikolai chuckles and slides me even closer, lips hovering above mine again. “Good?”

“Better than good,” I return, catching his lips with mine and feeling his body pressed close again. “But you’re incredibly overdressed.”

The corners of his lips pull faintly at that, and he breaks the kiss long enough to start pulling off his own layers.

When his shirt disappears, and the soft fabric is tossed aside, the true expanse of his chest and shoulders is revealed to me, covered in various tattoos that come down his biceps and mostly end there.

My eyes trace every inch of him, and the sight of his muscled physique, looking more like a warrior than anything else, makes me want him all over again.

Nikolai huffs a faintly amused breath as he undoes his belt, hazel eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Got something to say?”

More warmth spreads through my cheeks, and I scoff to myself. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Nothing at all.”

He grins, kicking his pants off as he draws closer and kisses me again, bracing a hand on the counter while the other edges his boxers down. He murmurs against my mouth, “Good.”

All embarrassment dissolves the moment he has me pressed against him, able to feel every hard plane of his body, and the heat burning through him. I shiver faintly at the brush of his length.

He barely stifles a groan into the kiss, rolling his hips forward to tease us both, and it doesn’t take long for a renewed urgency to settle in.

“You’re sure about this?” Nikolai asks, even while he grinds against me, keeping me right on the edge of losing my mind.

“Yes,” I murmur in return, not hesitating for a moment. I kiss him back while my hands roam him, mapping out every inch of his obvious strength. “Completely sure.”

At my consent, he hums, bringing me as close as he can before parting my thighs a bit more. “Then hold on.”

Pulse thundering now, I grip his bicep and shoulder, feeling as he guides himself, then finds purchase.

My breath catches at the initial push, feeling as I open up for him more. Bracing myself, I let out a soft sound when he goes deeper.

Nikolai grunts with his own tension as he takes me little by little, holding me tight. His forehead drops to mine, and his breath deepens.

“Fuck…” he mumbles, forcing himself to go slowly despite the obvious need to keep moving. Still, he’s careful, using as much restraint as he can.

The moment he’s nestled inside me, one hand gripping my hip while the other braces against the counter, a strange kind of relief flickers through me, then I feel myself almost softening around him.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself, then he captures my lips again and gently rocks his hips.

The new, more intense friction makes me clench around him tighter, forcing a groan from him while his fingers tighten against me, but he keeps going anyway, gradually building a pace.

Our breathing changes at the same time, panting in between messy kisses until he focuses more on his movements. The kitchen feels so much hotter now, and even the cool countertop does nothing to quell the heat.

For as stoic and composed as he usually is, Nikolai’s mask slips more the longer he’s inside me as the sounds leave him unbidden, and he chases after the pleasure just as much as I do.

Cursing under his breath, he puts a hand in the middle of my back and pulls me against him so that nearly every inch of skin is touching, and he ruts deeper like he just can’t help himself.