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More brutal pulses of static move through me, and I tighten my hold on him as my hips move to meet his thrusts. I moan against his neck, eyes closed, while it all pulls me under.

Everything about the way he takes me is fast and eager, yet his touch remains careful, like he’s afraid of hurting me.

“You’re killing me,” Nikolai says, just barely above a whisper, sounding more wrecked by the minute.

Every moan and whimper leaves me without warning, and just like before, the tension in my stomach forms even tighter. The familiar pressure builds and builds, and it puts me in such a daze that I can’t even think.

Nikolai’s hand slides between us and finds my dampness, circling against my clit while he kisses my shoulder and neck with a low growl. “Come for me, Dani.”

My name said in that guttural tone is enough to make me tighten around him in response, and I grapple at his neck and shoulders. Everything tangled together pushes me closer to the edge until I’m teetering and focusing on the impending bliss.

Then that resistance snaps, and it hits me.

Thighs trembling, I fall into another orgasm with my back arched, losing all control of my lungs and the rest of my body. Suspended only by him, I feel wave after wave consuming me and easing every last bit of tension from my limbs.

I barely catch as Nikolai curses to himself again, guiding me through it before pulling out and releasing against me with a shaky groan. His head drops to my shoulder while he keeps me there, not letting an inch of space settle between us.

Our panted breaths punctuate the silent kitchen while we slowly come back down, and I focus on his solid presence.

Even if it was a bad idea, deep satisfaction settles into my system, and the ache inside me is more pleasant than it’s ever been, cookies long forgotten.

Chapter 15 - Nikolai

The room is quiet except for the sound of water as steam curls thickly around the glass walls of the shower, softening the edges of everything until the world outside feels irrelevant.

My hands slide carefully along Danielle’s waist as I guide her beneath the spray, her back resting lightly against my chest while warm water runs over both of us.

Neither of us has said much since we stumbled in here, and I’m not entirely sure either of us knows what to say.

Because somehow, somewhere between stolen glances in the kitchen and her teasing me over cookies of all things, I lost what little restraint I still had left. And she lost hers too.

The memory lances through my mind immediately, of her hands gripping my shoulders, the sound she made when I kissed down her throat, and the way she looked at me afterward, flushed, breathless, and wanting more despite every reason not to.

Christ.

My grip tightens slightly against her hips before I force myself to loosen it again.

All of this is crossing the line I was never meant to even approach, and I’ve already stomped all over it. This is exactly what Roman warned me about.

Dani tilts her head back slightly beneath the spray, eyes closed as water slips through her hair. She looks exhausted now, yet soft and vulnerable in a way she hasn’t allowed herself to be around me before.

I expected her to immediately retreat and throw those walls back up again, but surprisingly, she’s letting herself baskin it. She’s comfortable enough to do that, and the realization stitches its way into my chest.

Reaching for the soap instead, I force my attention somewhere safer as I work it between my palms before sliding it carefully along her skin, making sure to be gentle.

She shivers lightly, but not from cold, and my body reacts instantly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I already had her not that long ago, and somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.

The urge to turn her around and kiss her again comes hard and immediate, nearly overwhelming in how badly I want it. I can already imagine exactly how she’d sound if I pinned her against the tile and took what I wanted…

But no.

I exhale slowly through my nose and force myself to get a grip.

She’s tired. Hell, I’m tired, and if I keep touching her like this, I’m not stopping. It’s better to cut it off here before I get ahead of myself, regardless of how tempting she feels under my touch.