27. Nikolai
NIKOLAI
I took Kira's hand and led her out of the bathroom into the bedroom. The cool air hit our skin, raising goosebumps along her arms, but I didn’t let her pull away. I needed her on that bed right now, because I wanted to taste her more than I needed sleep.
Her eyes were heavy and hooded as I guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
Then I gave a gentle push so she tumbled onto the sheets with a surprised little laugh that turned into a soft gasp when I dropped to my knees between her spread thighs. Water still clung to her skin, droplets sliding down her stomach and pooling in the hollow of her navel.
Fuck, she looked perfect—flushed from the orgasm in the shower, nipples tight, thighs already trembling with anticipation.
“Spread wider for me, Princess,” I murmured as I hooked my hands under her knees and opened her up. Her pussy was glistening, pink and swollen, still slick from the shower and her release.
The sweet scent of her arousal hit me hard, making my cock throb painfully. I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, then higher, letting my breath fan over her folds.
Kira’s hips twitched. “Niko…”
“Shh. Let me take care of you.” I dragged my tongue up the length of her slit in one long, lazy stroke, savoring the way she tasted and a low groan rumbled out of my chest as I did it again, slower this time, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before dipping lower to push inside her heat.
She was so fucking wet, coating my tongue, as I lapped at her like a man starved.
Her hands flew to my hair, fingers tightening as I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked gently.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, back arching off the bed.
I slid two thick fingers into her without warning, curling them against that spot I knew would make her groan.
She clenched around me instantly, a fresh gush of wetness flooding my tongue.
I ate her like I was trying to memorize every inch—long, thorough licks mixed with quick flicks over her swollen clit, then slow, deep thrusts of my fingers that matched the rhythm of my mouth. Every moan she gave me went straight to my dick.
I ground my hips against the edge of the bed for some relief, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until I was buried inside her, but right now this was about her.
“Look at me,” I growled against her pussy, the vibration making her whimper.
Her eyes met mine, heavy-lidded and glassy.
I held her gaze as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up again, then sucked her clit hard while my fingers pumped faster.
Her thighs started to shake around my ears, heels digging into my back.
“Niko—Christ, right there—don’t stop,” she panted, hips rolling against my face. I devoured her, tongue working her clit in circles while my fingers curled and stroked that sensitive spot inside her over and over. Her walls fluttered, gripping me tighter, and I knew she was close again.
“Come on, Princess. Let me feel you fall apart.” I added a third finger, stretching her, and sucked her clit with steady pressure.
Kira’s whole body tensed. A moan tore out of her chest as the orgasm hit her hard—her pussy pulsing around my fingers, flooding my mouth with her release.
I kept licking her through it, gentler now but not stopping, drawing out every tremor and whimper until she was a shaking, breathless mess beneath me, fingers tangled tight in my hair.
I pressed one last soft kiss to her oversensitive clit, then rested my forehead against her thigh, breathing hard. My cock ached, leaking steadily, but I stayed right there, savoring the way she trembled and the soft, satisfied sounds she made as she came down.
Then I climbed up her body, settling between her spread thighs in missionary. My cock nudged her slick entrance as I braced myself on my forearms, caging her in. Kira’s eyes were still hazy from the second orgasm as she gazed up at me with a heaving chest.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I rasped, as I pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around me. She was so fucking wet from my mouth that I slid deep in one smooth glide until I bottomed out. "Oh holy…" I groaned, feeling her velvety moisture coat me.
I started thrusting in slowly, feeling every inch of my dick glide through her juices. “Fuck, you feel perfect,” I growled against her ear, keeping my pace controlled even though every nerve in my body screamed to pound her harder. “So tight and hot around my cock. This pussy was made for me.”
Kira moaned, digging her nails into my back as her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. “That’s my good girl. Squeeze me just like that. I can feel how much you love it when I fill you up so deep.”
I angled my hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her with every slow, grinding stroke. Her moans grew louder, turning into breathy little whimpers that made my balls tighten. “Come on, Kira. I want this pretty pussy fluttering and milking me while you fall apart."
Her walls started clenching harder, rhythmic pulses that told me she was getting close. I didn’t speed up. I kept the same deep rhythm, watching her face the whole time. “Eyes on me, Princess. I want to see it when you snap.”
Kira’s back arched sharply, her mouth falling open in a broken cry as the orgasm hit her hard.
Her pussy clamped down around my dick like a vise, pulsing and rippling in strong, greedy waves that tried to pull me even deeper.
A desperate moan tore from her throat—“Niko! Oh, God, Niko!”—her whole body shaking under me.
Her thighs trembled around my hips, more wetness flooding around my shaft as her walls spasmed over and over.
Her eyes rolled back for a second before locking onto mine again, glassy and desperate, tears of pleasure clinging to her lashes while her nails raked down my arms.
I kept thrusting through every pulsing contraction, murmuring praise right against her lips.
“That’s it, baby… such a good fucking girl coming so hard.
Look at you, soaking me, milking me like you never want me to leave.
” I held her through the long, shuddering aftershocks, hips still rolling gently until her tremors finally started to ease, leaving her limp and panting beneath me, chest heaving.
My own release was burning right there at the base of my spine, cock throbbing angrily inside her, but I held it back, jaw clenched tight, as I pressed a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead.
I pulled out slowly, leaving my cock glistening with her release, and flipped her over onto her stomach. She groaned, and she was almost spent, but I needed her so bad now.
“On your knees, Princess,” I ordered in a gravelly tone. Then I gripped her hips and yanked her ass up, positioning her on all fours. Kira whimpered but obeyed, arching her back beautifully for me, her pussy still dripping and swollen.
I knelt behind her, rubbing the head of my cock along her slick folds before sliding back in with one hard thrust. She yelped, fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, gripping her hips tight as I started pounding into her.
The new angle let me hit even deeper and I was on edge almost instantly.
"This is what you needed, isn’t it? Such a good little wife. ”
I brought my hand down on her ass with a sharp crack, watching the flesh jiggle and bloom pink. Kira moaned louder, pushing back against me. I spanked her again, harder this time, on the other cheek. “That’s it—squeeze me when I spank you. You love when I mark this pretty ass, don’t you?”
My thrusts turned ruthless, hips snapping forward as I drove into her over and over. I reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her walls flutter wildly around my cock. “Come again for me, Kira. I want to feel this tight pussy come while I’m buried balls-deep in you.”
She was shaking, moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure as I spanked her, then gripped her hips and fucked her harder. “Now—come around me. Let me hear you scream my name.”
Kira shattered with a loud, broken cry, her pussy clamping down around me in powerful, rhythmic spasms. Her whole body convulsed, back bowing, and she screamed, trembling violently through the orgasm.
The tight, pulsing grip of her walls finally pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan I slammed into her and came hard, flooding her with hot spurts of cum as pleasure ripped through me. I kept grinding into her, riding out every pulse until we were both spent and shaking.
Then I collapsed over her back, breathing hard, pressing lazy kisses along her spine while my cock stayed buried inside her, twitching with the last aftershocks. When I pulled out, she mewled softly, then turned into my chest as I curled around her.
We lay there catching our breath, and my hand drifted down to rest possessively over her belly where life was growing. It made my chest twist as I thought of how long I'd waited to become a father and what changes it meant for my whole world. But I couldn’t wait.
“I’d love to fill our house with babies,” I murmured against her hair. I was still panting lightly as I continued. “As many as you’ll let me give you. Little ones running around, driving us both crazy. I want that life with you.”
Kira craned her neck to look up at me, then reached up, tracing her fingers along my jaw, raking through my stubble. “I love you, Niko,” she whispered. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you about the baby sooner. I was scared… I didn’t know if I could trust you.”
I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheek to catch the single tear that slipped free.
“Hey. You never have to be sorry for that. I know I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to trust me in the beginning.
” I leaned in and kissed her forehead, then her lips.
“But listen to me, Kira. You never have to think about fearing your father again. He’s done.
He’s out of our lives for good. You’ve never been safer than you are right now, right here with me.
I’ll burn the whole world down before I let anyone touch you or our child. ”
She shuddered and pressed closer, burying her face in my neck. “I believe you,” she whispered. “I do. It just feels… big. All of this.”
“It is big,” I agreed, tightening my arms around her. “But it’s ours. And I’m not going anywhere.”
We stayed tangled like that as exhaustion from the long night finally caught up, but I didn’t want to sleep yet.
I wanted her soft breathing against my skin, the quiet peace after everything we’d been through. And I wanted to feel like this every night for the rest of my life.
Then the sharp ring of my phone cut through the silence. I groaned, reaching for it on the nightstand without letting her go. Kira lifted her head, curious. “Who is it?”
“Yakov,” I muttered, answering. “What is it?” I was sure he probably winced at how grumpy I sounded, but I was almost ready to nod off when the phone rang.
Yakov’s voice came through crystal clear.
“Good news, Boss. As of fifteen minutes ago, Markin’s men are gone from Dragonov territory.
They pulled out completely. We watched them limp away—only a handful left.
There are enough of them for him to scrape something together elsewhere, but they’re retreating.
They’re not coming back here anytime soon. ”
When the relief washed over me, my body relaxed, and Kira propped herself up on an elbow, like she could hear what Yakov was saying.
“They’re really gone?” I asked, needing to hear it again.
“Gone,” Yakov confirmed. “We’ve got eyes on the streets, Nik. The streets are quiet for the first time in weeks. Thought you’d want to know right away.”
A tired smile tugged at my mouth. “Yeah. I did. Good work. Tell the men to stand down and get some rest. We’ll handle the rest in the morning.”
I hung up and tossed the phone aside, pulling Kira tighter against me. “It’s over, Princess. Your father is pulling back. His men are limping out of our territory. We won tonight.”
Kira’s face lit up with cautious hope as she searched my eyes. “Really?”
“Really.” I brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her softly. “We can breathe now. At least for a little while.”
She smiled, the kind of real smile that made my chest ache, and curled into me like she finally believed it. For the first time in months, the weight on my chest felt lighter.
Things were getting back on track, and I was ready for life to start over.