Chapter 31 #2
As commanded, I slid down his shaft, taking him in, inch by inch, so slowly that my core ignited with anticipation.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as Nikolai took one of my nipples into his mouth, and I fought the urge to slam down until I was fully seated.
I gripped his head, my hands tugging on his hair as he sucked and bit, making stars shoot into my vision. My hips rolled with a need for friction, but Nikolai held them in place.
By the time I was fully seated, taking all of him, we were both trembling. The stretch was intense, overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck,” He breathed, his hands still gripping my hips. “You feel incredible. I fit perfectly inside you, see?” His voice was raspy, like he was holding on by a thread.
“I was made for you.”
“My perfect babochka.” He buried his head between my breasts as I started moving, “Why didn’t I kidnap you sooner?”
“Look at me,” I commanded softly.
His eyes opened, pale blue and burning with an intensity that made my core clench.
“I love you,” I said again, because I needed him to hear it. Needed him to know. “I love you, Nikolai Volkov. Monster, protector, broken boy, fierce man. Every piece of you.”
“Addy,” he groaned, his hips lifting to meet my slow thrusts.
I rolled my hips in slow, deliberate circles, rising up until just the tip of him remained inside, then sinking back down. Finding a rhythm that made us both gasp.
This wasn’t frantic or desperate. This was worship, rapture, devotion in flesh.
“That’s it,” Nikolai murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that. Take what you need from me, Babochka. Take everything.”
I increased my pace slightly, my hands bracing on his shoulders as I rode him. His mouth found my nipple again, sucking and licking until I was moaning, until pleasure sparked through every nerve ending.
“Nikolai,” I gasped. “I’m close.”
“Not yet. This can’t end yet. I need this to last forever.”
He held my hips in place, pulling his cock out completely before burying himself inside me again, and again, and again, bringing me to the edge and holding me there.
The dome around us seemed to glow, filled with fluttering wings and the sound of water and our breathing, harsh and desperate.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, his voice dropping to that tone that made me shiver.
“I’m yours.”
“Forever?”
“For all eternity.” Tears gathered behind my eyes, knowing that this was him saying goodbye, like tonight was our end.
“Even if forever is just tonight, I’m yours, Addy. Nothing comes after.”
“Nik,” I choked out, emotion and pleasure mixing in my tears as he denied my release and a future with happiness at the same time. “Don’t…”
“Then come for me, Baby.” His thumb pressed hard against my clit. “Come for me, my beautiful butterfly. Let me feel you flutter.”
The orgasm swept through me like wildfire, making me cry out as I clenched around him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I felt him swell inside me, felt his control finally shatter.
“Adrianne,” he groaned, my name a prayer on his lips as he followed me over that delicious edge. “My Babochka. Mine.”
His release filled me, hot and deep, marking me as his once again. We stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing each other’s air as butterflies settled all over us like living constellations.
“I don’t want to leave this place,” I whispered when I could finally speak.
“Neither do I.” He kissed me tenderly. “But we have to.”
“I know.”
“We shouldn’t have too long now.”
Reluctantly, I stood up, unstraddling him, and immediately feeling too empty.
Nikolai stood and picked up his clothes, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something small.
He opened his hand to reveal a silver lighter, a monarch etched into the surface.
“This belonged to my mother. Keep this,” he said, pressing it into my palm. “If I don’t make it–”
“Don’t.” I tried to give it back, but he closed my fingers around it.
“If I don’t make it,” he continued, his voice firm, “this is yours. Remember me by it. Remember this moment. Remember that I loved you when I thought love had abandoned me.”
“This is not the end. We are going to make it out of this.”
“We are.” Nikolai stroked my hair, but I heard the doubt he couldn’t hide.
We both got dressed reluctantly. Each layer of clothing feeling like armor, preparing us for the war waiting outside these glass walls.
As we walked back through the maze, I repeated the path in my head like a prayer.
Left at the rose bush. Right at the split oak. Straight through the hedge gap. Left at the fountain.
The words became a mantra, a lifeline, a promise to myself that I would remember if I needed to.
When we emerged from the maze, the house loomed before us, every window lit from within. Beautiful and deadly. A fortress preparing for siege.
Nikolai’s hand tightened around mine.
“Whatever happens tonight,” he said quietly, “know that this was real. We are real. And I would do it all again. Kidnap you, claim you, fall for you, even knowing how it ends.”
“It’s not ending.” I pulled him down for one more kiss. “This is just the beginning.”
He smiled against my lips, and for a moment, I almost believed it.
Then we turned and walked back into the house, hand in hand, ready to face whatever darkness awaited us.
Behind us in the dome, butterflies continued their dance. Transforming. Emerging. Becoming life. Proof that, even in the coldest winter, beauty could survive.
Even in the darkest night, hope could take flight.
And that was everything I had left.
Hope.