The kiss changes and grows deeper but maintains that devastating tenderness. His tongue strokes mine as his hands roam my back, pressing me closer until I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. It’s racing as fast as mine.
I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t crave the way he makes me feel. But as his mouth moves over mine with exquisite care, I can’t remember why I was fighting it.
The sun streams into the sleek, modern kitchen, highlighting the granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. Nikolai sets me on the island, his eyes holding mine captive as his fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt to graze my bare skin.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with unspoken emotions.
I whimper as he kisses a trail along my jaw, down my neck. His touch is gentle, sending sparks dancing over my skin. He teases my senses, brushing his lips against my pulse point, his breath warm on my collarbone.
“Nikolai.” My fingers twist in his hair, holding him to me as his mouth skims lower. “What are you doing to me?”
He pulls back, his eyes burning into mine. “Loving you. Showing you how it could be.”
“Could be?” I repeat, my voice breathless.
He nods, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “If you’d let it.”
I swallow, my heart hammering in my chest. “I’m not good at letting go of control.”
A slow smile curves his lips. “Tonight, I’ll take control for you.”
His mouth claims mine, and my body flares to life. The kiss is deep and searching, demanding a response I can’t deny. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I moan as he slants his head, delving deeper. His tongue dances with mine, stoking the fire burning between us.
He breaks the kiss to nip at my lower lip, sending shivers through me. “You drive me mad, malishka.”
His hands glide over my thighs, pushing up the hem of the shirt, baring me to his gaze. My breath catches as he strokes my hips, his thumbs dipping beneath the elastic of my panties.
“Gorgeous.” His touch is reverent, his eyes dark with desire. “I want all of you.”
I bite my lip, my body thrumming with anticipation. “Take me, then.”
His growl reverberates through me as he hooks his fingers into my panties, tugging them down my legs. His gaze devours me, and I feel exposed, laid bare not just physically but emotionally. The vulnerability scares me, even as it pulls me closer to him.
He lifts me from the counter, urging my legs around his waist. I tighten my hold on his shoulders as he carries me a few steps, pressing me against the cool granite. The sudden change in position makes me gasp, and he takes advantage, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss.
His hands slide up my thighs, caressing my skin as he positions himself at my entrance. I whimper into his mouth as he teases me with the tip of his cock, rocking his hips in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
“Are you ready for me, malishka?” he whispers against my lips.
I can only nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he slowly fills me. My muscles clench around him, and he stills, allowing me to adjust to his size. His fingers dig into my thighs, his eyes searching mine.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
I meet his gaze, drowning in emotions swirling in the steel-gray depths.
“Tell me what you need.” His voice is hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine as he begins to move.
Each thrust is a plea. My hands frame his face, my thumbs tracing the sharp angles of his cheekbones. “You,” I breathe. “I need you.”
His brows draw together as if confirming something he’d only suspected. “Say it again.”
The gentle command fuels my boldness, and I arch into him. “You. Always you.”
He claims my mouth, thrusting deeper as I meet his rhythm. I feel him everywhere, branded into my skin, seared into my soul. The euphoria builds, threatening to consume me.
His thumbs stroke my hips, and he thrusts harder, his eyes never leaving mine. “Only you,malishka. No one but you.”
His words unravel me, stripping away my defenses. My eyes close against the wave of emotion, but he tilts my chin with a gentle finger, his thumb brushing away the tears I didn’t realize had fallen.