Page 84 of Tarnished Queen

I want him. All of him. Now.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Nikolai growls. That’s when I realize I was talking out loud.

Still inside of me, he rolls us over so I’m on my back and pins my arms above my head. He slams into me again and again, each thrust driving me further up the bed until we’re crashing against the headboard.

His body is glistening with sweat, and I’m clawing at his chest and the sheets, searching for something stable to cling to because the Earth’s gravity no longer seems to be holding me down.

Then, just as I feel the rumblings of a second orgasm, Nikolai flips me again. He presses my palms against the headboard, tilts my hips back to him, and enters me from behind.

“This is the hottest moment of my life,” I gasp.

Never one to settle, Nikolai works his hand around my hip and slides between my legs. His finger circles my clit, and I nearly jolt off the bed. I arch my neck back, and he grabs my hair with his other hand, coaxing me back even further.

“Belle,” he grits out. I can hear the restraint in his voice and feel the tightening in his body.

I shake my head. “I don’t want this to end.”

In response, his finger circles faster. He flicks and pinches until I’m almost crying with the effort to hold back.

“Come, dammit,” he growls. He shifts his hips higher, entering me at a new angle.

Just like that, I’m gone.

This orgasm isn’t a wave—it’s a tsunami. I’m lost in the pleasure, dizzy and breathless as I cry his name and dig my fingernails into the wooden headboard.

“Fuck,” Nikolai grunts, pulsing into me, his warmth spreading so he’s everywhere, inside and out, above and below.

When we’re both done, he maneuvers us carefully onto the mattress so my head is pillowed on his chest. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, and I press my ear there as the beat slows back to normal.

“I know I’m not supposed to see the dress before the wedding,” he muses after a silent minute or two. “But what are the rules on fucking you within an inch of both of our lives before the wedding?”

“Generally frowned upon,” I chuckle.

He kisses the top of my head. “My favorite kind of thing to do.”

We lie like that for a few minutes before I let myself explore him the way I resisted before. My fingers play over his pecs and the ridges of his abs. I stroke his body lower and lower until my finger circles the curls around his shaft.

“No, Belle,” he growls. “You’ll actually kill me. Plus, I just came back for a quick lunch. And that was… forty-five minutes ago.”

I turn my face and kiss his ribs. “You’re the CEO. That has to come with perks.”

“I get whatever the hell perks I want. The problem isn’t that I can’t do this,” he says, stilling my hand just before I can wrap it around his twitching cock. “It’s that once we start, I’ll never be able to stop.”

I give him a devilish grin. “Don’t make promises you aren’t prepared to keep.”

I see the decision forming behind his eyes. I’m anxious for permission to touch him. Then the pile of his clothes on the floor starts to ring.

He gives me an apologetic smile, plants a quick kiss on my forehead, and slides out of bed. “Probably best for the hundreds of people I employ that we don’t stay in this bed until we fuck each other to death.”

“Boo,” I pout. “Party pooper.”

Nikolai fishes his phone out of his pants and answers it. His voice is casual, but the moment the other person starts talking, he goes rigid. “Where? Okay. I’m on my way.”

“What is it?” I ask as soon as he hangs up.

“Bratva business. Emergency.”

I watch as he pulls on his pants and shirt, covering up the body I was just wrapped around. “Is everything okay?”

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