Page 74 of The Russian's Bought Bride

Something in me wants to scold him for making me wait, but before I can, he’s pulling me closer while keeping my panties shifted to the side, and his mouth claims mine again.

Positioned above him, an intense burst of pleasure hits me the second I feel his length pressed against me, and I grip his shoulders to brace myself. The back of the SUV feels much hotter now, but neither of us cares enough to do anything about it.

“Lower yourself onto me,” Nikolai murmurs, bringing a hand up to brush the hair from my face, allowing his thumb to linger against my cheek as he cups it. Those hazel eyes gaze up at me like I’m the most precious thing he has ever seen. “I want to watch you.”

Those words alone feel like a sledgehammer to my previous bravery, and I hesitate before letting my mind wrap around it all.

He’s giving me the reins now. He wants to see me as I take him, and as daunting as it is, seeing this surrender from him is intoxicating.

So I move before I lose my nerve completely, slowly lowering myself onto him.

At once, our breath catches at the same time once his girth slowly stretches me, and our mutual grip tightens.

The more I take of him, the more intense the fire in me burns, forcing my eyes shut while I grapple with the overwhelming sensations. His hand on my hip grounds me, and even if this is the last place we should be doing this, I can’t bring myself to care.

“That’s it,” Nikolai mumbles with a sigh bordering on a moan as he guides me further, letting me go as slow as I need to. His fingers slide into my hair to press against the back of my head, keeping me close. “Christ…”

When he bottoms out in me, I settle there for a moment as I catch my breath, forehead pressed against his while I let every sensation wash over me at once. It feels like drowning in him all over again, but this time, the position makes it feel entirely brand new.

He catches my lips again, slow and deep this time, then he murmurs against my mouth, “Keep going…”

The command, along with the hoarse tone he uses, is enough to spur me on, so I do.

Starting with a languid pace, I move on him, using his shoulder and the back of the seat as leverage.

Like shockwaves moving through me, it all hits me again and again, and his grip on me is the only thing grounding me in the moment.

Nikolai tries to keep himself quiet while his lips find my neck, kissing and nipping with panted breaths in between. But as I go faster, he falters, cursing against my skin.

Mindful of the driver, I bury my moans into his neck while I ride him, chasing after every bit of pleasure I can get.

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmurs, brushing his tongue along the underside of my jaw before hovering his lips above my cheek, stealing whatever contact he can. “…Like you were made for me.”

A shudder scurries between my shoulder blades at the praise, losing myself more to the moment and the heat between us.

Nikolai grips both my hips now and guides my movements while he thrusts upwards, breathing harder with the exertion and the need for more. He’s relentless in his need, but so am I.

The waves of warmth and static hit me repeatedly, forcing me into a drunken haze I don’t ever want to end. But even so, it doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to form in my lower stomach, promising release.

Then, his hand drops between us, finding my clit without hesitation. He rubs it with just the right amount of pressure to make me tense from the influx of pleasure. The double stimulation is so perfect yet too much at the same time, and I barely have time to bask in it before my moans turn to whimpers, and I’m clinging to him.

“Do it,” Nikolai murmurs, warm breath fanning against my jaw. “Come for me.”

Not needing to be told, I clench around him as I gasp, thighs shaking while a wash of euphoria drenches me. I grip his shoulders as tightly as I can, feeling every shallow thrust he makes to help me ride it out, even while his own choked sounds fill the back portion of the SUV.

“Dani…” Nikolai utters, voice wrecked now. He thrusts a bit deeper, holding me as close as possible when his movements stutter, and he fills me one last time before coming undone.

Groaning against my neck, his arms tighten around me briefly, then he goes lax with a satisfied breath as his orgasm courses through him with the same kind of intensity.

Limping against him now, I don’t even bother to move. Not that he would let me anyway.

Instead, we both catch our breath, and he traces absentminded shapes against the small of my back, nose pressed into my hair while the vehicle continues home.

The soft kisses pressed against my temple make me relax further, and even if this complicates things further, I wasn’t lying before.

I want this.

Chapter 23 - Nikolai