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He ripped a condom open with his teeth and sheathed his cock. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”

“What?” I gripped onto his thick, muscular shoulders as he moved me into position. “Are you telling me you haven’t sex in over two years? Not even once? Withanyone?”

Neither had I, if I was being honest. Touching someone who wasn’t Nikolai felt…wrong, even though we weren’t together. But I didn’t thinkhefelt the same way, that he wouldn’t have had sex at least once during our time apart.

“You’re the only one I wanted.” And then he drove forward, deeply impaling me with his cock.

We both groaned.

I didn’t have time to think on his words because he started hammering into meruthlessly. It felt so good, the pleasure taking over my body and mind completely, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else except him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you. Missedthis. You feel so good, baby. So hot, and wet, and tight.”

My back scraped up and down the brick wall with each savage thrust of his cock. I moaned, an overload of pleasure and pain assaulting my senses, obliterating my nerves.

“Give me that fucking mouth,” he grunted. He didn’t even wait for me to do as he ordered. He just grabbed my face roughly in a strong, punishing grip and slammed his lips onto mine. He groaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth, battling with my own. We kissed like it would be our last time, all hot, heavy and utterly consuming. I was sure we’d both have bruises by the end of it.

“Yes…yes. Oh, fuck. Nikolai. Don’t stop,” I whimpered against his lips. My hands moved to the back of his neck, my nails digging into his skin.

“Harder, Tati,” he groaned. “Make me bleed.”

I was already on fire, my whole body wound tight and ready to explode, but hearing him groan, hearing his words laced with his pleasure sent me hurtling towards an inferno. I dug my nails in deeper and bit down on his lip,hard. He hissed, eyes flaring. Blood pooled in my mouth. I lapped it up, running my tongue over his bottom lip and licking up every drop. His pace increased, thrusts turning wild. Chaotic. His cock pistoned in and out, in and out, and I came undone. I threw my head back and screamed out his name as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Thank God,” he choked out. And then I felt him coming, felt his cock pulse as my pussy clamped down on him, squeezing.

Nikolai was a pleaser, the type who wanted to make sure his partner climaxed as well. He must have been holding off, determined to make sure I got there too.

He moaned, low and long, his hips pumping a few more times before he slumped against me, breathing hard. How he was still holding me up after all that, I had no idea.Iwas exhausted, and I’d done nothing but take a fucking.

His cock began to soften but he made no move to step back. He just continued to hold me, his face buried in the crook of my neck like he didn’t want to let me go.

If I was being honest, neither did I.

Nikolai and I were connected in a way I don’t think either of us entirely understood. If I believed in soul mates—in two souls being one, like both sides of a coin—then there would be no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other.

That moment held more significance than just two people fucking. I knew it the moment we started. That wall I’d been keeping between us was crumbling. It cracked more and more with every sweet thing he did for me. With every loving word he said to me. Soon, it would be gone completely, and I had no idea what I was going to do when that happened.

I’d hoped to enjoy the post coitiol bliss for a little longer, but a deep, menacing voice made me stiffen.

“Is it our turn now?”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Nikolai Volkov

Mybloodrancold.

I didn’t know who that was, who the owner of that voice belonged to, but years of experience and my instincts told me it wasn’t anyone good.

If I believed in God, I would have cursed him the fuck out. We couldn’t have one—just one—fucking night together without any problems? Really?

Tatiana and I locked eyes. Her gaze flicked over my left shoulder and back, and then she blinked six times.

Six assailants. Okay. Manageable.

If any of them had even the slightest bit of fighting skills, we were fucked.

I lowered her to the ground and quickly tucked my cock away. In retrospect, I suppose I should be grateful that they at least waited for us to finish before announcing their presence.

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