Chapter 22 Nikolai
NIKOLAI
She’s gone when I wake. But the blankets are still warm beside me, and the scent of her is all around me.
I settle my gaze on the window. It glows with the Northern Lights. The light pulses through the room in shifting patterns, brushing over the stone fireplace, the heavy beams, and the edges of the bed.
Holly steps out of the bathroom. Naked and awash in the colors of the Aurora, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The light plays over her in streaks of emerald and amethyst moving across her luscious body.
I sit up, unable to take my eyes off her. And my heart does something it’s never done before.
It clenches.
“You weren’t there,” I say, my voice rough with sleep and want.
I reach for her and pull her across the sheets, and her body slides into mine.
My hands find her waist, then her thighs, and I drag her up over me so she’s straddling me.
Her hair falls around her face, catching the light like fire and shadow. The colors on her skin are alive. Pale and glowing and otherworldly. I brush a thumb over her ribs, up her side and to the swell of her breast. She gasps and bites her lip, and her hips begin to unconsciously rock against me.
Her hands brace on my chest, and with a whimper she slides onto my cock, taking every inch inside her warm pussy.
My head falls back as her heat wraps around me and I groan through my teeth. Fuck.
I don’t want to be anywhere but here. Because being inside Holly is my new favorite thing.
She starts to move. Slow and purposeful. Her palms slide up to my shoulders as she rides me. The lights flicker across her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted, small moans slipping out with each roll of her hips.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
I grip her waist, let her set the pace, my gaze locked to her beautiful face.
Every time she sinks down, it’s like a wave crashes over me.
Not just sensation, but something pure and raw.
I’ve fucked more women than I can count. But this…
This is something else.
Something fucking out of this world.
The Northern Lights ripple across her spine as she leans forward, kissing me. It’s deep and tender, and I fall harder and faster into what is happening between us. I wrap my arms around her and cradle her against me, while she takes me all the way inside again and again.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I don’t want this to stop.”
I brush my lips to her ear. “It doesn’t have to.”
I slide a hand between us, find her clit, rub the tight bud of nerves in slow circles, and she shatters.
Her body jerks, and a sob catches in her throat, and her sweet pussy clenches tightly around me as she comes hard, gasping and shuddering in my arms.
“Oh Nikolai…”
I lose it.
The feel of her. The sound of her. The look on her face when she falls apart.
My growl is primal as my orgasm rips through me.
And I release into her, pulse after pulse, so intense it feels like I’m breaking apart.
And I am.
I have been for months now.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Long before the night at the gallery.