Page 104 of Tarnished Queen

I slide my bare skin across his pants and moan. “I’m already so wet. Your pants are going to be ruined.”

“Then they’ll match your dress.”

I’m the one getting myself off on his strong thigh, but Nikolai’s breaths come fast and heavy against my neck. Like my pleasure is enough for both of us.

He leans me back onto the mattress and drags the bulge in his pants over me. Dry humping like this shouldn’t be enough to send me over the edge, but I’m already on the verge of coming.

“I want you inside of me,” I gasp even as I roll my hips into him. “I want to finish around you.”

Nikolai kisses me quiet and circles his thumb over my clit. “You will. But not yet.”

Slowly, torturously, he flicks and pinches and massages me into a borderline blackout. I’m clawing at his clothes and moaning like I’ve lost my mind. When the orgasm hits, it is sudden and devastating.

I shudder and shake beneath his weight, almost embarrassed by how needy I am for him. But Nikolai just lifts himself over me and kisses my jaw. “And now that that’s out of the way, I can take my time with you.”

I release a breathy laugh. “What does that mean?”

“It means that you were going to end this night too quickly for both of us unless I took care of you first.”

“You think I’m that desperate for you?” I demand, trying to muster up some offense.

Nikolai palms my sex and curls a finger into my wetness. I nearly lunge off the bed, and he smirks. “Yeah, I think you are.”

He has a point. So instead of arguing, I push him to standing and make quick work of his shirt and pants.

He thinks I’m the needy one? Then I won’t rest until he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.

If that’s even possible.

I wrap my hand around the base of him and then lean forward and take him into my mouth.

“Belle.” His voice is a warning growl. He grabs a handful of my hair, holding me in place. “You trying to get back at me for calling you desperate?”

He’s still in my mouth, pressed against my cheek when I hum in response. He curses incoherently, the word lost to a moan. I have to suck him off around a smile.

Nikolai lets me take control for a few minutes, swirling my tongue over the tip of him and then plunging back down. But as his breathing becomes irregular, he pulls me off of him and presses me back on the bed.

His eyes trace over my face and my body. Then his hands take a turn. The room is quiet, but nothing about this moment between us is awkward. I close my eyes and let him explore. Finally, he bends forward and takes my nipple in his mouth. Then the other.

His tongue follows the path of his hands until he presses a kiss directly over my heart. “Xena was wrong.”

“About what?”

“Nothing could be better than this,” he murmurs. “Not her. Not anyone.”

His words are shockingly sweet. I don’t know what to say back. But it doesn’t matter, because right then, Nikolai slides his body over mine and kisses me. And kissing him is as easy as breathing, and it says everything I could possibly capture in my words.

All day, I imagined this moment would be heated, bordering on vicious. But the way we kiss and touch is more of a controlled simmer. A slow-moving heat that’s all the more powerful for how it takes me by surprise.

He crawls over me slowly and twines his fingers through mine. One at a time, he shifts my hands over my head, pressing them into the mattress. When he finally pushes into me, he slides in so deep that I can lean forward and kiss his chest. I’m caged in by him, surrounded by his warmth and his strength, and it’s all I could ever want.

He moves in slow, deliberate thrusts. It’s like I can feel our individual nerve endings moving together, creating a delicious friction that is sending me higher with every touch.

Nikolai buries his face against my neck and growls. I curl my fingers in his dark hair. We slide together again and again. We’re too focused on the single point of connection to kiss or talk. The room is filled with the sound of sliding skin and our breathing.

It’s the most intimate moment of my life.

I hold my orgasm at bay as long as I can, but eventually my body clenches around him. I take a bite of his shoulder to try and swallow my cries. But then he arches up, driving his hips into me. I feel the pulse of his pleasure deep inside just as our eyes meet.

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