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.
That all-too-familiar pleasure ignites all over again, and I grip his back a bit harder, bracing myself for more.
When Nikolai breaks the kiss, we both suck in a deep breath, and he presses his forehead to mine. He rocks his hips, gradually picking up the pace while he shudders.
He curses under his breath and adjusts my thigh to position himself even deeper, driving into me with intention behind every thrust. “I can’t wait until you’re my wife…all mine.”
The possessive edge to his words sends another shiver through me, and my fingers press a bit deeper into his back while I moan for him.
He knows exactly what I need every time, angling his hips just right to hit every addictive place inside me. All of it makes my head spin while I cling to him, needing everything I can possibly get from him.
“My perfect wife,” he murmurs, bordering on rambling while his eyes close and he loses himself in the brutally perfect rhythm.
Each word compounded with every sensation gets me closer to the edge he has me craving without fail now, and I start to move at the same time, meeting him halfway.
“Nikolai…”
He groans again, breath gently fanning against my cheek like he’s barely holding himself together. “You say it so perfectly. Again, please.”
Something about his wrecked, breathless tone sparks even more of a thrill in me, and no part of me wants to deny him.
I arch a bit more into his hold, fingers moving through his hair again. “Nikolai…”
Immediately, he melds his mouth with mine, putting more force behind his strokes now. With one hand at the small of my back and the other bracing next to my head, he moves harder and faster, pouring everything into this.
Our sounds mingle in the otherwise quiet bedroom, bodies colliding with the same ferocity as the first round. The intensity is familiar now, and I think I’d lose my mind if he stopped.
When my moans pitch higher and the tension tightens in me, Nikolai zeroes in on me and plants more open-mouthed kisses against my neck before sliding his hand between us.
Immediate, white-hot sparks of pleasure shoot through me at the combination, jaw slack through it all. I grab onto him tightly while my hips squeeze around him, bowed into his body.
The coil snaps with a sharp inhale as I reach the precipice, and I cry out for him, completely lost in the wash of euphoria that claims me just as thoroughly as his mouth does.
A rough sound escapes from him the moment I clamp around him, and he ruts through it as long as he can before his own movements stutter. Then, he buries his face in the crook of my neck with a broken grunt, and with a twitch of his hips, he follows right behind me.
Nikolai pulls in a deep breath with his shudder, body caging around mine while his orgasm tears through him. Then, he relaxes against me as his heart pounds, chest to chest, so I can feel every beat.
The bedroom is quiet all over again while he stays inside me, basking in the afterglow and the comfort settling between us.
“I mean it,” he says just above a whisper, brushing hair back from my face while he gazes at me with so much tenderness in his gaze. His forehead presses against mine again, creating such an intimate space between us. “I can’t wait.”
With a satisfied hum, I gently brush my nose against his in response, and a smile pulls at my lips. “Do you want to practice saying it before then?”
Nikolai chuckles lightly, eyes full of warmth. “Maybe you’ll get sick of hearing it too soon.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Good answer,” he murmurs, smiling at me like I hung the moon while he idly brushes his thumb against my cheek. A hint of mischief flickers there, too.
“Wife.”
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THE END