Page 4 of Kissed By Shadows

“I’m scared, Nikolai,” I confess softly, my hands trembling as they refuse to let go of his jacket. He places a soft kiss against my lips before stepping back a little, just enough so that I can take a full breath. It’s not that I don’t want Nikolai, shit, part of the reason I’m still a virgin is because of the man standing in front of me. No other guy seemed to compare, all of them falling short when I thought back to my childhood friend. “It’s just, so fucking messed up, Nikolai,” I murmur, a lump forming in my throat. “This isn’t the way it should be. The way I wanted my first time to go.”

“I know.” He sighs, the skin around his eyes bunching. “But life doesn’t often go the way we want it to,Dorogoi, and we have to play the hand we’re given. We’ll go slow, okay?” he assures me, looking deep into my eyes, his own soft and calming.

Taking a deep breath, I nod and he takes my hands in his, peeling my fingers off his jacket. Then he takes another step back, shrugging out of the garment, letting it hit the plush Persian rug.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a breathy voice as he loosens his tie, sliding it from his collar and then doing something with his hands that creates a double loop before tossing it on the bed. My eyes widen when he takes what looks like a flip knife from his pocket and throws that on the bed too. It lands with a soft thud, and I spin my gaze back to him, transfixed as he pops open each button on his shirt.

“Getting comfortable,Solnishko.” He smirks, and the way his lips tilt up into a mischievous grin does things to me that shouldn’t be spoken about.

I can’t look away as his inked-up hands undo the final button, revealing an equally ink-covered torso. He slides the shirt off, letting it fall in a heap, and lets me look for a moment. My breath catches in my chest as I trace all the furrows and ridges of his beautiful body, the patches of ink making me curious as to why he chose that artwork. I think there are words in Russian, a tally on his neck, what looks like Russian cathedrals and a machine gun with a crow, a skull with a cigar, plus so much other artwork I can’t keep track of. I wonder if it has any meaning. It’s almost crude in its simplicity, but the only colour other than black and grey is red, and the startling pictures all feel dark and a little macabre.

My stare darts down to his dark happy trail when his hands go to his belt, my breaths rasping past my lips as he undoes that with a clink, then pops the button and finally lowers the zipper. He pushes them down his hips, and when he straightens up, a squeak leaves my throat.

“That’s not fitting inside me, Nikolai,” I tell him, my gaze fixated on the very large bulge in his black boxer briefs. “Nope, you’ll rip me in half if that goes anywhere near Evangeline.”

His bark of laughter has my wide-eyed stare darting up to his handsome face, his eyes crinkled in amusement.

“Evangeline?” he questions, one black brow raised as he toes out of his shoes, pulls his socks off, then steps towards me. “You named your pussy, Evangeline?”

I cross my arms over my chest, narrowing my gaze at him. “Don’t laugh at her.”

A mock-serious look comes over his face as he steps back into my personal space, his fucking monster poking me in my lower stomach.

“Oh, I have the utmost respect for Evangeline,” he purrs, his hands coming up and uncrossing my arms. I’d like to say I put up a fight…but that would be a bald-faced lie. Grasping the lapels of my wool jacket, he pushes it off my shoulders, taking it off me and letting it drop to the floor. “And to answer your earlier statement,Kotenok, I’ll make it fit and Evangeline will be weeping for me soon enough.”

I shiver as he slides my oversized cardigan off, taking my tiered gypsy dress in his hands. “Lift.” It’s a command, one that my body follows without thought as my arms lift and he pulls the dress off, tossing it to the side. “Suka,Malyshka,” he hisses, his eyes burning a path across my body, just clad in peach lace and my brown ankle-high boots.

His tongue darts across his lower lip, the move sending heat sizzling across my nerves until I feel as though I’m on fire.

“What do they all mean? The names you keep calling me?” I whisper, needing to break the tension that his hot stare is creating.

His fingers alight on my waist, the touch on my bare skin leaving me gasping and my fingers twitching, but I stop myself from touching him yet, just letting him touch me.

“Malyshkameans baby girl,sukameans fuck,” he says, his voice the softest caress as his fingers trail a path up towards my breast. My nipples pebble, fire racing across my skin at the touch. “Solnishkais a sunflower,Solnishkois sun,” he continues, his fingers brushing the underside of my breast as a breath stutters out of me. “Dorogoimeans darling.” His fingers trace over the swell of my breast, teasing my nipple, and I sway towards him, needing more. “AndKotenokis a kitten.”

“I like that one,” I breathe out, barely able to form a coherent thought as his other hand moves to my back and undoes the clasp.

“I know.” He smirks as the lace falls from my chest. “You are so fucking beautiful,Kotenok.”

He drops to his knees, a rasping breath falling from my lips when his tongue darts out, taking my nipple in his hot mouth and sending a bolt of electricity shooting to my core. My hands fall to the top of his head, tangling in his hair and messing it seven ways till Sunday as he lavishes my breasts with the kind of attention that one might show a favourite dessert.

A low moan fills the room when his lips dip lower, his palms gliding to the top of my lace knickers and pulling them down over my hips. I watch as he stops at my ankles, unzipping one boot and helping it off my foot, pausing when he catches sight of my socks to read the text aloud.

“‘Always be yourself, unless you can be a unicorn, then always be a unicorn.’I’d forgotten how much you like, what do you call them?” He glances up at me, his plush lips tipped up in a devastatingly soft smile.

“Uh…” Blinking, I try to clear the lust haze from my mind. “Fun socks?”

“Yes, fun socks.” He chuckles, helping me out of my sock, then moving to the other foot and doing the same before tugging my knickers off until I’m completely naked.

A flush creeps up my skin as he continues to kneel, his gaze fixed on my damp pussy.

“Nikolai?” I question as he continues to stare, his chest heaving.

“Just admiring what is mine,Malyshka,” he rasps, and sweet baby Jesus, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Who knew I’d like possessive Nikolai? He leans in, so close that I can’t see his face as he takes a huge inhale, heat making my body bloom hot when a deep growl fills the room. “This sweet pussy is mine, Iris.”

Then he licks a long line up my slit, and my mouth drops open, my fingers gripping his soft hair as he grabs one of my legs, slinging it over his shoulder so he can get deeper.

“Nik!” I gasp, his tongue delving between my slick folds and utterly destroying me as the most obscene noises fill the room. The sucking as he eats me out, the grunts of appreciation that rumble from his chest, and my panting breaths and quiet moans create a symphony of pleasure that I have never experienced before. No one has ever had their tongue in Evangeline before, and Jesus, if I’d known how good it felt, maybe I should have sought it out. Though a part of me wonders if part of how amazing it feels is because it’s Nik doing the eating.

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