Chapter 27 #2
The room settled into a hush again. That in-between place—neither light nor heavy, just quiet and charged. He looked at me, and I looked back, both of us holding onto something we weren’t quite ready to name yet. Whatever this was… it was fragile. Beautiful. Real.
After a long beat, he asked, “So. You still want to do nothing today?"
The question caught me off guard—not because it was unexpected, but because it was so simple. So normal. I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat and answered honestly. “Honestly? Yes. Just… hang out. Be here. With you.”
He nodded slowly, the smallest smile ghosting across his lips. Then he reached for me, arms wrapping around my waist like they belonged there. Like I belonged there.
“Then it’s ours,” he whispered into my hair, pulling me close until I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine. “Today’s just for us.”
He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me slowly, deeply. My breath hitched as his lips met mine, his arms wrapping around me like a promise. I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, holding on tight.
"How are you ready to go already?" I whispered against his lips, feeling his hardness press against me. A shiver ran down my spine, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
He murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You have that effect on me." His hands roamed over my skin, tracing patterns that left trails of fire in their wake. "And you've bandaged me up, so I'm healed."
A soft laugh escaped my lips, but it was cut short as he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth.
I gasped, arching into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He sucked and teased, drawing out a response from deep within me.
Each touch, each kiss, was a spark that lit up my senses, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
His hands moved lower, exploring, claiming. He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me so that I straddled him. I could feel him, hot and hard against me, and I rocked my hips, desperate for more. He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips, guiding me.
"Nikolai," I breathed, my voice a plea. I needed him, needed this. Needed to feel him inside me, to be consumed by him.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something that made my heart ache with its intensity. "You're mine, Mina," he said, his voice a low growl. "All mine."
I knew it was true. I belonged to him, completely and irrevocably. And he belonged to me.
I leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. He responded in kind, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me, positioning me. And then he was inside me, filling me, completing me.
We moved together, our bodies in sync, our breaths mingling. Each thrust was a promise, a claim. Each touch was a spark that ignited a fire within me. I clung to him, my nails raking down his chest, my legs straddling his hips, pulling him deeper into me.
His lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless. I tasted him, the salt of his sweat, the sweetness of his desire. Our tongues danced, mirroring the movements of our bodies.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. "Your pussy was made for my cock," he murmured, his voice ragged with need. "Fuck, I fit so fucking well."
My breath hitched as I moved on top of Nikolai, his grip tightening on my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that was as primal as it was perfect.
His eyes, dark and intense, never left mine, holding me captive in their stormy depths.
I could feel every inch of him, hard and hot inside me, filling me completely.
My breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached up, capturing one nipple in his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips as he sucked and teased, drawing out a moan from deep within me. His other hand moved to my back, pressing me closer, deepening the contact.
"Nikolai," I breathed, my voice a plea. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, pushing me closer to the edge. His grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he switched his attention to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same intense focus.
The room filled with the sounds of our lovemaking—the rustle of sheets, the creak of the bed, the harsh rhythm of our breathing.
Each sensation heightened, every touch a spark that ignited a fire within me.
I clung to him, my nails raking down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
His lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless. I tasted him, the salt of his sweat, the sweetness of his desire. Our tongues danced, mirroring the movements of our bodies. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot against my skin.
"You make the sweetest sounds when I'm fucking ruining you," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Such a fucking good girl."
He shifted beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me, positioning me. And then he was thrusting into me, hard and fast, each movement a claim, a promise. My body responded, meeting his thrusts with my own, our movements in sync, our breaths mingling.
The pleasure built, a tension coiling tight within me. I could feel it, the edge, the precipice. And then I was falling, letting go, riding the waves of pleasure as they crested through me. I cried out his name, my fingers clutching at him, my legs shaking.
He followed me over the edge, his body tensing, his own release a hot, pulsing sensation inside me. He held me close, his arms wrapped around me, his breath ragged against my skin. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still joined, our hearts beating in sync.
I closed my eyes.
Damn.
He was good.
Better than I ever had.
I didn't want it to end.