9. Nik
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Kat’s eyes widen.
For a timeless moment, I hold my breath as she stares at me wordlessly. Then, with the same heart-wrenching, resolute decisiveness she does everything else, she eagerly presses her warm, soft lips against mine.
God have mercy.
In the same heartbeat, Kat throws her arms around my neck. She clings to me as if her life depends on it, and her lush curves slowly slide down my frame as she hangs from my neck. Still, she doesn’t pull her mouth away from mine.
I step back, staggering until I lean back against the wall as my legs wobble. The scent of her skin—a mouthwatering blend of bitter oranges and freesias—drives me wild. I sink deeper into our kiss and under her spell as her kips devours mine unabashedly. My mouth craves the sweet taste of her, and I melt under her ardent kiss.
Kat runs her fingers through my hair and sighs into my mouth, clinging to me even harder. “Nik, I need you so much.”
My chest tightens and aches, and I groan into her mouth. “I need you more,” I say against her velvety lips.
Kat shakes her head, but I sink back into her, taking her mouth again. Her lips yield to me, and her tongue welcomes mine. Unable to wait any longer, I scoop her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and, on unsteady legs, I manage to carry her to my bed.
Almost reverently, I place her on top of the deep blue covers, then I step back in an attempt to savor the moment. At last, after all those nights spent by myself here yearning for her, I have her right where I’ve dreamed of her…
Her silky hair fans out around her face, and she breathlessly stretches her hands in my direction. I wrap my fingers around hers and let her pull me towards her.
A small smile curves her mesmerizing lips as my body covers hers. Her mouth immediately finds mine again, and she impatiently tugs at my sweater after hooking her right leg around my hips.
Breaking our kiss as briefly as possible, I hurry to oblige her, quickly pulling my sweater over my head.
Kat whimpers, and her dark blue eyes turn almost black as she stares at me. She wraps her hands around my wrists before pulling me back towards her. Before I can react, she flips me over, reversing our positions.
Next thing I know, I’m on my back with Kat sitting on my hips.
She bites her bottom lip while slowly running her hands down my torso until they rest on my belt buckle. With no hint of hesitation, she bends over at the waist, raining soft kisses on my neck.
“Kiska…” I say.
“You’re so gorgeous it hurts me,” Kat says as her delicate caress descends upon my chest. It makes me want to weep. This beautiful, bewitching creature wants to lavish me, of all men, with her tender kisses.
Helpless to do anything but let her do as she will, I sigh. My exhale swiftly morphs into a groan as her kisses turn hungrier once she reaches my stomach. Her tongue mercilessly lashes against my skin. I can’t manage to catch my breath for the life of me.
Hastily, her fingers make quick work of my belt. Before I know it, my pants are unzipped. Eager to help her, I kick my jeans out of the way as gracefully as I can manage at the moment, which isn’t graceful at all.
Kat wastes no time as her fingers wrap around the waistband of my boxers.
If she keeps at this pace, it will be over before it starts.
“Kiska…” I halfheartedly protest. “Slow down.”
With a shake of her head, she retorts, “Sorry, miliy—no can do. You’ve known what I look like naked this entire time, while I’ve done nothing but daydream about learning the same about you. Fair’s fair.”
She daydreamed about me? About what I look like naked?
With a choked laugh, I somehow say, “It can’t be fair, kiska, because I can’t ever compare to you. No one can.”
I grab her waist and reverse our positions so her back is against the mattress, and I’m finally nestled between the maddening warmth of her thighs.
Kat sighs with a smile. “Sweet-talker.”
I shake my head. “It’s true. One look at you and I was done for. You’ve had me wrapped around your little finger since day one.”
Tired of wasting time talking, I rush to match her level of undress to mine. With another sigh, she lets me, languidly smiling as I peel one article of clothing after the other from her body.
Soon, her body is bared to me, and I bask in her unequaled beauty. While kissing her lips, I reverently brush my trembling fingers down her neck, against her breasts, coming to a stop against her stomach. It quivers a little, and I draw small circles on her soft skin with my palm.
Unable to restrain myself, I rub my cheek against hers, marveling at the softness of her face.
I half sigh, half groan against her neck. “You’re more beautiful and precious to me than all the diamonds in the world—more than all the stars in the sky. Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma.”
She pulls my hair until my eyes meet hers, waiting. An unspoken question hangs in the air between us. With another sigh, I comply, unable to deny her anything. “I’m crazy about you. That’s what it means.”
“Nik—” she says, then her mouth is on mine again. I’m more than eager to return her kiss. “I need you and want you more than I’ve ever thought was possible.”
As if to prove her point, Kat’s lips press against mine almost painfully before traveling down my throat. She wraps both her legs around my waist before pulling my boxers down. This time, I don’t stop her. Her hand envelopes my cock, and the warmth and softness of her palm almost undo me. I groan. “Kat…”
“I always want you closer and closer. But it’s never close enough,” she says against my neck. Against my mouth this time, she says, “If you aren’t inside me soon, I think I might die.”
Roughly, I kiss her, moaning her name into her mouth. I grab her wrists to pin them above her head with one of my hands. I lose myself in the deep blue of her eyes for good. “Kiska, you’ll be the death of me.”
I wish I could be tender and patient. I wish I could slow down and pace myself, enjoying this moment to its fullest. But I’m just a man. It’s beyond my abilities. Her soft confession unleashes something wild deep inside me—a desperate, insatiable hunger that has been hibernating for too long.
As my mouth closes around the hard tip of her breast and she cries out my name, I close my eyes, feeling my chest tighten. I never knew it was possible to need someone like I need her. No woman has ever wanted me like this. No woman has ever wanted me for me—not for my money or power. But because of who I am. For one to want me this badly, even after seeing firsthand the worst of me… Even more incredibly, for Kat to be this woman…Try as I have, I can’t for the life of me get her out of my head or my heart.
Kat arches her back, running her fingers through my hair. While clasping my head against her chest, she pants my name over and over again. It’s enough to bring even a better man than me to his knees.
Her hand slips my hold, and she wraps it around my painfully hard cock again. I groan against her chest. Almost too forcefully, I grab her wrist again and restrain her once more with one of my hands.
“Nik, please,” she says, protesting. I shake my head, panting hard.
Understanding that by some miracle, my beautiful, irresistible Kat feels just as impatient as I do, I waste no time bringing my other hand between her thighs to part her lips.
“Yes, yes, Nik…”
As my fingers slip inside her to find her warm and wet, I can’t hold back my groan. After tracing the edge of her opening, I press my tongue against the peaks of her breasts. I circle them with my tongue just as my fingers do the same around her clitoris.
“Please, please, please,” Kat says, thrashing around.
I press my thumb against the little nub while sucking the tip of her breast. As my hand rubs her flesh, my mouth attempts to match the same rhythm.
Kat stops trying to escape my hold, spreading her legs wide instead. When my movements speed up, her breathing grows shallow while her cries grow more urgent.
She sighs. “Fuck. Nik, I’m close. Please…”
Desperate to watch her unravel before my eyes, I increase my pace.
Kat, however, shakes her head weakly. “Please, Nik, I’m close. Come with me. I want to do it with you. I need you inside me now.”
With a hoarse cry against her skin, I relent, giving in.
I let go of her hands to position myself against her entrance, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her eyes hold mine as I slowly enter her.
All the air in my lungs rushes out of me as her warm, wet pussy embraces me. I groan, cursing in Russian and English, as she grips me tightly. She quivers around me, sending shivers down my spine. With one swift, deep movement, I plunge deep into her.
Kat gasps, and I freeze in place. Fuck.
While holding her head, I sink my fingers into her hair before brushing my lips against her eyes and cheeks. “I’m sorry, kiska. So sorry. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
Kat sighs, seeking my mouth with hers. “You didn’t. It’s just an… adjustment. But I’m fine now. I’ve been dying to feel you again. Don’t stop, please.”
With a horse groan, I don’t even bother resisting her. Still, I begin moving inside her hesitantly, fighting the undeniable urge to lose myself in her. But when Kat moans my name—raising her hips to meet mine, matching my slow pace—I lose any semblance of self-control. At last, I let go, allowing the need, the hunger and the yearning I’ve been feeling since that last time to take over.
I wish I could say I made gentle love to her—the woman I’ve grown to care for in such a profound way since that first fateful night.
I wish I could say I took the time to savor this moment, to experience everything I’ve craved my entire life.
All I can say instead is that I’ll make sure we have plenty of time for sweet, tender lovemaking, even if it kills me.
But it won’t be this time.
Kat tugs hard at my hair—while her other hand claws my back so hard I suspect she might’ve drawn some blood—and I completely give up on even trying to take it easy.
As her heels press against the back of my thighs, urging me to go harder and faster, I’m lost.
Her hips ground against mine, and we find our rhythm. With every thrust, she sighs my name.
When she sinks her fingernails into the flesh of my ass and kisses me, her tongue deep inside my mouth, I become her slave.
And then, somehow, something even more extraordinary happens.
As our foreheads press together and we get closer and closer to the point of no return, Kat opens her eyes. They are, of course, as gorgeous and hypnotizing as ever. But their beauty isn’t what strikes me. And even though I recognize in them the same unsatisfied hunger I know she sees in mine, the evidence of her passion isn’t what gives me pause, either.
No—as I frantically and inexorably sink into her repeatedly, my heart beats out the truth. And like a broken dam, it can’t be stopped.
“Ya ne mogu bet tebya zhit, dusha moya,” I say with a whisper against her lips.
Kat cries out in pleasure, closing her eyes. Her erratic breathing tells me she’s irrevocably close to the edge, and I can’t wait to follow her.
Because I know she’ll find out anyway, I repeat, “I can’t live without you, dusha moya.”
She moans against my lips. “Nik…”
I sink into her, faster and harder and deeper. With a cry, she arches her back, holding me tightly. As she pulsates around me, I come undone. With a roar, I plunge deeper into her, taking her lips at the same time.
When Kat brings me over the edge, I drag my mouth to the sweet spot where her neck intersects with her shoulder. I bite it hard as my release erupts out of me, perpetually claiming her as mine.