Page 125 of Tarnished Queen

I press my hand over my eyes, but he grabs my wrist and yanks my arm away. “I want to see you come.”

I meet his eyes, and the dark desire I find there is what sends me over the edge. My brows pull together and my lips part in a moan as my body clamps around him. Nikolai’s face creases in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“I can feel you around me.”

“Is it good?” I ask, even though I know the answer. Because there’s no way he isn’t feeling what I’m feeling. With every thrust, he drags out my pleasure. It feels like it could go on forever like this.

His eyes flutter closed. “So good. You feel so good, Belle.”

I reach down and hook my hands around his thighs. Then I slowly grind my body against him. Nikolai goes perfectly still.

“I came. Now, it’s your turn.” I push against him in deliberate, intoxicating strokes. “Eye for an eye. Orgasm for an orgasm.”

He looks down at where we’re connected, his eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide. This is the closest I’ve ever seen him to losing control.

“Let me do this for you,” I purr.

Nikolai slides his hands down my thighs. His fingers dig into the soft skin of my hips, and he pulls me more tightly against him.

With each wave of my body, friction drives me towards yet another peak. I palm my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers. And I hear Nikolai curse again.

“Touch yourself,kiska,” he commands. “Don’t stop.”

Part of me distantly suggests that I should be embarrassed, but this man has seen everything. My highs, my lows. He’s seen me crazy with rage and with lust. He’s seen me crying on the floor and moaning in ecstasy.

What’s crazy is that Iwanthim to see it.

I want him to have all of it.

All of me.

I arch my back, and the new angle has me clenching my thighs around him. “I’m going to come again, Nikolai. I need it. I can’t stop.”

“Come with me,” he rumbles.

And just as the first wave of warmth moves through me, I feel him release.

This orgasm is a lazy kind of heaven. A bliss that presses me into the mattress and drags me to the edge of consciousness. It’s soft and delicate and perfect.

I feel Nikolai slide out of me and crawl onto the bed to lie next to me, but I don’t move. He kisses the swell of my breasts and chuckles. “Are you still alive?”

“Can someone die from too many orgasms?”

He laughs. “We could find out.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m alive, but just barely. I’m alive… and deliriously happy. And exhausted.” I reach over and squeeze his hand. “Thank you.”

“For the sex or the gift?”

I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss his rugged knuckles. “For you.”

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NIKOLAI

She falls asleep naked on the bed, her fingers twined through mine. She doesn’t stir when I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes.

It feels like a crime to walk away from Belle right now. My wife is gorgeous, her skin practically glowing in the dark room. She looks like a painting. I want to capture this moment and hang it on my wall. If I could, she’d sell for millions. Billions.

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