Page 93 of Bratva King's Secret Twins

Nik finally turns, his expression softening when he sees me. His hand reaches for mine, pulling me under the spray with him. The water beats down on us, but all I can feel is his warmth, his presence, the weight of everything between us.

“Nik, I just didn’t know how-” I start up again, but his hands grip my soaked clothes, pulling me closer to him. His eyes search mine for a second, pleading. A surge of relief rushes through me, and a moan escapes my lips.

Nikolai growls, pinning me against the door of the shower. His lips are on mine, firm and punishing.

Nikolai's hands grip my wrists as he pushes me against the door of the shower. His lips crash onto mine, forcing them open with a roughness that sends shivers down my spine. I try to push him away, but his strength overwhelms me. My body betrays me as I involuntarily respond to his touch, my heart racing and my skin tingling. His kiss intensifies, his tongueeagerly exploring every inch of my mouth with a desperation that mirrors my own.

I try to pull away, to say something, anything, but his hands are everywhere, gripping my waist, my hips, my shoulders. He’s relentless, his need overwhelming any resistance forming in the back of my mind. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my fingertips. It’s fast, erratic, just like mine.

His fingers trace the bruises on my skin, lingering on each one as if trying to memorize them. I flinch at his touch, the memories of my kidnapping flooding back in waves. But instead of pulling away, he presses closer, his body molding to mine as if he could absorb my pain. I open my mouth, but his stormy eyes lock with mine.

“Shh,” he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse and strained. “Don’t.”

I nod, unable to form words, my throat tight with unshed tears. His hands move lower, slipping under my soaked hoodie to cup my breasts. I arch into his touch, a silent plea for more, for every part of him I’ve missed in the last couple of weeks. He responds by kneading my flesh gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they harden against his palms.

His mouth leaves mine, trailing kisses down my jaw, my neck, pausing to suckle at the sensitive skin below my ear. I shiver, my body trembling with need and fear and something else I can’t quite name. His teeth graze my earlobe, making me arch closer to him, moaning and desperate for more.

“I thought I was going to lose you, Kotik,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

His words wash over me, filling the void where my voice should be. I want to tell him how much I’ve missed him, how much I’ve needed him, but the words stick in my throat. Instead, I press my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the steamy air.

His hands slide down to my waist, lifting my hoodie over my head and discarding it on the floor. I stand before him in nothing but my soaked bra and dirty sweatpants, exposed and vulnerable. He takes a step back, his eyes raking over my body with a mixture of awe and sorrow.

“I thought I was never going to see this beautiful body again,” he says softly, his fingers tracing the outline of a particularly dark bruise on my ribs as his jaw rolls, tension roaming through his face.

I shake my head, tears welling in my eyes. I reach out, cupping his face in my hands, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, even as he wraps his fingers around my waist so tight I gasp for air.

He presses his naked body against mine. The contrast between his warmth and the cool tile behind me forces me to mold my body deeper into his. Our bodies fit together perfectly, as if we were made for each other. His erection presses against my stomach.

His hands roam over my back, his fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring me to him. “You can’t leave me, Gwen, never.”

“Never,” I repeat, but he places a hand over my lips, silencing me. His hands slide around the waistband of my soggy sweatpants. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushes them down my legs, leaving me standing in only my soaked underwear.

His eyes roam over me like the very first time. A groan leaves his lips as he whispers, “?? ???? ?????-?????? ??????!”

He slides twofingers in my underwear, my body immediately bucking at his touch. His palm muffles my moan, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he deepens the pressure, his fingers exploring every inch of me with relentless precision. My breath hitches, and I feel myself growing wetter, more desperate for his touch.

Nik’s gaze never wavers from mine, his eyes dark with intensity. He withdraws his fingers, letting them trail down the inside of my thigh before hooking them under the elastic of my soaked underwear. He yanks them down, exposing me completely to the cool air of the shower.

My legs tremble slightly, but Nik’s grip on my waist keeps me steady.

He circles my clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me bite my lip to stifle a cry. His other hand moves lower, his fingers slipping inside me with ease. I gasp, the sensation overwhelming, and Nik takes advantage of my momentary lapse in control.

He thrusts his fingers deeper, his movements rough and unrelenting. I arch my back, trying to find some semblance of balance, but Nik’s hold on me is too strong. He angles his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot inside me that sends my body into a spasm. I can’t stop it.

“Shh,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. “No noise, Kotik.”

Nik’s thumb returns to my clit, circling it with a maddeningly slow rhythm. His fingers inside me quicken, matching the pace of his thumb. I bite down on my lip harder, trying to keep the moans trapped in my throat.

But it’s no use. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming. A soft whimper escapes my lips, and Nik’s eyes darken further. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“Bad girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous.

Before I can react, he pulls his fingers out and lifts me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me to the tiled wall of the shower. He pins me there, his body pressed firmly against mine, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my core.

Nik’s hands move to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he positions himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, searching for something, though I’m not sure what. Then, with a suddenness that takes my breath away, he thrusts into me.

I gasp, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming. Nik doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in with even more force. The impact against the tiled wall echoes loudly in the small space of the shower, but neither of us cares.

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