Chapter 44 #3
And I wanted more.
“I remember what you like,” he told me, pulling away to press a line of kisses down my neck. When he nipped at that hollow in my throat that left my toes curling, I knew he meant those words deeply. “Remember all the sounds you make. Can I hear them once more?”
“You’re hurt,” I reminded him, trying to calm the fire that was sparking to life deep inside of me. He had been shot with an arrow only days ago. Sex was the last thing he needed.
It might be the first thing both of us wanted, but one of us needed to think responsibly.
Nikolai’s hands pulled at the tunic that was tucked into my cotton pants, gently lifting it to press his palms flat against the oversensitive skin of my back. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked up at me, his desire undeniable. “So, be gentle with me.”
Well, maybe responsibility was overrated.
His gaze bore into mine, and when it dropped to my mouth as he dragged his lower lip between his teeth, I lost all sense of self-control.
I lifted my arms high above my head in a silent show of submission, and his possessive growl tore through me as he ripped the fabric off. The band around my breasts followed, then his own shirt, until the only thing between us was the dressing of his wound.
The brief separation from his mouth was too long, and I hungrily pressed forward again, needing to feel his lips move against mine. I traced my fingers over his shoulders, unable to stop my nails from scraping against the skin.
I remembered too. I remembered what he had felt like and the sounds he had made. I remembered how perfectly he had fit inside me.
I’d dreamed of that feeling every night since he’d found me in the woods again.
Climbing off him, I rose to remove my trousers before lowering myself to my knees before him.
He watched me unblinkingly, arms coming to rest wide on the back of the couch as he followed the movements of my fingers undoing the laces of his pants.
I reached for him, wanting to claim every inch of him, but the sound of his sudden hiss as he lifted to help me tug his pants down his hips forced my movements to come to a startling halt.
“Nikolai—”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“You’re hurt!”
His eyes blazed with intensity as his fingers clenched and released while he held himself back. “I’ve lived through worse, my bird, and right now I don’t care in the slightest about this wound so long as I end up inside of you.”
Still, I hesitated for a moment until my own need became an undeniably tangible force. Wetness was already pooling between my thighs and that desire stopped me from thinking logically.
So, I took him in my hands, wrapped my fingers around the smooth warmth of him and held his gaze as I bowed my head to run the tip of my tongue over the thick vein on the underside of his length.
Instantly, whatever control he had been grasping onto shattered.
With a guttural groan and a shuddering breath, his hand locked onto the back of my head, holding me close as I swirled my tongue over the tip of him before bringing him completely into my mouth.
His words became a jumbled mess of praise as I slid my lips over him, and I couldn’t stop myself from latching onto each one of those slurred words and committing them to memory.
Nikolai kept himself from moving against me, but the slight jerks his hips would make from time to time betrayed that he wanted to.
“This is torture,” he groaned.
I licked my lips, running my tongue over him once more as I smiled up at him. “That’s not how most men would describe it.”
He reached for me, tugging on my arm insistently so he could guide me back onto his lap. Reaching down, he aligned himself against my entrance, soaking himself with my obvious arousal. The feel of him rubbing against that bundle of nerves left me moaning, and he grinned at the sound.
“Ride me,” he commanded, and, for once, I was more than happy to do as I was told.
I sank down on him, inch by glorious inch, feeling him stretch me, and I shifted my hips, desperate to accommodate him. His size had been impressive during our first time together, but at this angle? He was impossibly deeper, hitting the most toe-curling spots in me.
His arms tightened around me as he leaned his forehead to my chest, breathing me in as I took him deeper and deeper.
“You feel so good, bird,” he complimented, sucking my left nipple into his mouth while toying with the right between his thumb and forefinger. “So perfect.”
Releasing a breathless sort of moan, I rolled my hips, beginning to rock against him.
It was bliss. Pure bliss that blocked out any other thought or feeling. The kind of bliss that made me regret ever waiting this long to let him have me again. My body had been made for him and I never wanted to give it to anyone else.
Because, truthfully, no one else would ever fit this perfectly.
Head falling backward, my eyes lolled with pleasure, and Nikolai lifted his head, relaxing against the back of the couch so that he could watch me lose myself in him. His absolute attention was just as arousing as any place his skin touched mine.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His hands slid to my hips, guiding them to move just the way he wanted. “Just like that. You fuck me so good.”
Gods.
He had an absolutely filthy mouth, and I craved every muttered word of encouragement and praise. His voice became the only thing I cared to hear, and each sound from it sent me higher and higher.
“Do I feel good?” he whispered.
“Yes, Nikolai. Gods, yes.”
That dimple bubbled in his cheek as he gave me a positively wicked grin, and his hands pressed in on my skin, tight enough to bruise, as he continued working me against him.
Not that I particularly cared. I would happily wear the markings of his love on my skin.
And then all the sudden, the world tipped out from under me.
Nikolai shifted us, wrapping an arm around me so that he could lay me down on the couch.
His lips swallowed any words of protest I might have had, crashing into mine with ferocious insistence.
He braced himself with a forearm by my head while his other hand gripped behind my knee, shoving my leg above my head so he could take me even deeper and—
“Oh, gods.” My words came out in a dizzying pant. “Oh, gods. Oh, gods.”
“Yes, baby.” His teeth grazed against my jawline as he thrust into me over and over, setting a pace I never could have maintained. “I love watching you come for me.”
And so help me, I did.
I exploded in a blast of tingling nerves and ecstasy, moaning so intensely that he chased me into that sweetest of oblivion, thrusting impossibly deep before stilling inside me.
The world came back into focus in slow waves of light and sound, pleasure lingering in my body for several long minutes after my climax. His weight atop me was a welcome anchor to this space in time.
Soon enough, though, in the quiet moments that followed, I felt sticky dampness against my stomach, and my heart lurched. Pushing him away, I gasped at the scarlet blood dripping through his bandages.
“Nikolai!” I snapped, rushing into a seated position so I could get a better look at it. “What happened to being gentle?”
He looked down at the blood with a hum of surprise, as if he hadn’t even realized he had reopened the wound. Then he ran a thumb over my bottom lip with a pleased smile.
“Worth it.” He shrugged.