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That one word nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.

“Yes?” I repeat stupidly, feeling beyond out of my depth, but unwilling to back down.

She laughs through sudden tears, nodding once. “Yes, Nikolai. I love you, too.”

Relief and happiness crash through me so suddenly that I almost feel dizzy from it, and instead of saying anything else, I kiss her again.

This time, when she melts into my arms beneath the soft lights, it finally feels like the beginning of something instead of the aftermath of everything we survived.

She said yes, and that’s all I needed to hear.

Chapter 30 - Dani

Sunlight pours through the curtains while a low breeze sweeps in through the cracked windows, but it doesn’t do much to cool me.

A soft sound slips from my lips as my back arches slightly from the soft bedding, the moment another burst of pleasure courses through me, cradled by one of his hands at the small of my back.

Nikolai’s between my legs again, caressing me with his lips and tongue with the utmost care, more like this is worship than anything else.

At this point, I don’t know how he’s still going.

It started last night, which resulted in a few rounds followed by a bit of sleep before I felt his arms pulling me closer again, only to slide into the next with more coaxing kisses. He should be out of stamina by now, but God…he’s relentless in the best way.

He hums while focusing his attention on my clit, slowly working me with his fingers at the same time. By now, his hair is a mess from my fingers carding through it and guiding him gently.

When my moans shift to whimpers and more stifled sounds, he doubles his efforts, giving me all the pleasure I could ever need.

It concentrates in my lower belly, building and swelling until my thighs clench around his head, which only makes him look more drunk from this. Then, it comes to a fever pitch as I break, hips writhing from the force of it.

Warmth pools through me as I relax again, adding yet another orgasm to the list. My chest rises and falls with every satisfied breath, feeling each loving kiss he presses against my inner thighs.

His hands glide upward as he follows, leaving affection in his wake before he settles above me again, kissing and teasingly nipping at my neck.

“I will never get tired of seeing you like that,” he murmurs, burying his face in my neck.

My cheeks are still flushed while I wrap my arms around him and listen to the way my heart slows a little more. “You’re biased.”

With a light chuckle, he kisses along my jaw before capturing my lips again, slow and deep. He returns shamelessly, “I absolutely am, but it’s still true.”

Even if a small part of me likely won’t ever get used to having his full attention like this, I let myself take it all in anyway.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Guilty,” Nikolai agrees without hesitation, kisses still heavy with affection.

The way his lips meld against mine so perfectly stirs up more desire in me, too, and even if I just hit my release, I want it all over again.

“And if I tell you to keep going?”

He grins against my lips at that, body warm and comfortably heavy against mine. He reaches down and gently hikes my leg up so it wraps around his hip, letting me feel just how hard he already is.

“Then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

And he means it.

With a deliberate roll of his hips, my breath catches from the friction, letting the bliss scatter through me at once. I moan softly, and he swallows it with another long, greedy kiss.

At the same time, he slides into me, making us both groan into the scalding exchange.