Page 74 of Savage Pakhan

Him being Nikolai.

And that only has another orgasmic wave to crash over me. I practically sing Alek’s name, rocking against him to prolong every bit of ecstasy I can.

“Fuck. Mia! Goddamn it, you feel too good. Mia!” He roars my name, and it brings a smile to my face because I know Nikolai can probably hear him too.

He comes long and hard, lazily kissing me as his cock fills me.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispers against my lips, the water from the shower dripping into my mouth.

It’s warm and doesn’t do anything to sate my thirst, but that’s okay, water tastes so much better coming from Alek. His cock slips free, leaving me empty and needy for him to fill me again. I’d love us to fall asleep with his cock inside me, holding me as close as possible.

A loud banging sounds on the bathroom door and I jump, covering my breasts on instinct.

Alek’s eyes flash with annoyance at us being interrupted. “What?” He barks, snagging the loofah from the hook. “It’s my turn to bathe you now,” he whispers to me in a completely different tone.

“Can you two keep it down? You’re waking up everyone!” Nikolai shouts.

“There’s only you,” Alek shouts over the loud spray of water.

“Me and all the wildlife in the forest. Keep it down.”

“My house, Nikolai. Don’t like it, leave.”

Alek pauses to see if his friend will say anything else. He doesn’t.

“Finally,” Alek groans in relief. “Can’t get a moment of peace without being interrupted. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I’m not.”

Alek drags the loofah across my chest, smiling down at me.

He almost looks like a difference person when he isn’t having to be Aleksandr Bykov. He’s gentle and kind, sweet and funny, but what I love most about him is how thoughtful he is. I’ve never met anyone like him before.

He’s a brutal force with everything and everyone. Except with me.

He gets to be soft with me. I like that I get a part of him that no one else ever gets to have. It’s mine and mine alone. Just for me. A secret I get to devour every day for the rest of my life.

I love it.

He dives the loofah between my legs, grumbling under his breath about something.

“What?” I ask on a yawn.

“I don’t like seeing my come drip out of you. I want it to stay inside where it belongs.”

If I wasn’t so warm from the shower, he’d see me blush.

But then my stomach drops, and nausea hits me when I realize what we’ve done. I don’t speak up. I’m too afraid. What if he’s mad at me? I’m not on birth control. We haven’t been wearing protection.

“What is it?” He drops the loofah onto the floor to grab the shampoo. “What’s wrong? Do you feel okay?” He searches my eyes for an answer, waiting for me to tell him what’s on my mind.

I can’t.

“It just hit me how tired and hungry I am. That’s all. Plus, it makes me sleepy when you touch me.” I bite my lip from the admission. That part is true. His touch relaxes me.

“After this, you climb into bed, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

“But Nikolai.”