41. Nik

Chapter 41

Nik

The moment her lips touch mine, something inside me snaps.

I grab her and slam her back against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers like she might change her mind. Her gasp is soft, surprised, but her legs immediately tighten around my hips, pulling me closer.

Then it hits me. The sound of her back hitting the wall echoes in my head like a warning bell. I pull back, breathless, my hands cupping her face. “ Fuck . I'm sorry, kiska . Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes flash, a mix of heat and irritation. She scoffs, tugging at the front of my shirt, trying to pull me back in. “Please. I’m fine, Nik. Shut up and kiss me already.”

I hesitate, still scanning her face for any sign of pain.

Her head thuds back against the wall in exasperation. “Nik, you're so cute when you get all protective, but I swear to God, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll?—”

I don’t let her finish. My mouth crashes back onto hers, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make. Her fingers dig into my hair, and I groan into her mouth, all my hesitation burned away by the way she’s clinging to me like I’m the air she needs to breathe.

“Better?” I rasp against her lips, one hand slipping down to grip her thigh as I press harder against her.

“Less talking. More kissing,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my mouth. Her nails rake down my back, and I get goosebumps all over.

This time, I don’t stop. I kiss her harder, deeper, my hands sliding under her thighs to lift her higher against the wall. She moans, her legs tightening around me, and I’m half-sure that if we keep going like this, we won’t make it to the bed.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” she demands when I start moving, her voice breathless but still sharp.

“To my bed,” I growl, my steps unsteady as I carry her. "At long last.”

She smirks, her lips brushing against my ear. “Aw, you’re not just cute—you’re sweet, too. The sweetest.”

I laugh, low and dark. "I'll show you sweet." I drop her onto the covers, and her hands are on me immediately, tugging at my sweater.

“Off. Now,” she demands.

“Bossy,” I tease, yanking the fabric over my head.

“Yeah, well, you like it.” Her smile is wicked, her hands already on my belt as she pulls me toward her.

“Can't lie,” I admit, my voice rough as I press her down into the mattress, her legs hooking around my hips. Her lips find mine again, and this time, there’s no stopping—no hesitation.

Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, her weight warm and comforting as she straddles my hips.

She bites her bottom lip, her hands trailing down my torso with deliberate slowness until they settle on my belt buckle. Without hesitation, she leans down to press soft, teasing kisses along my neck.

“ Kiska …” I rasp, my breath catching.

“You’re so gorgeous it hurts me,” she murmurs, her lips brushing lower as her fingers skate across my chest.

The words hit me hard, leaving me dazed. This mesmerizing, beautiful woman is lavishing me— me —with her affection, her attention, her tenderness.

Helpless against her, I sigh, the sound quickly morphing into a groan as her kisses grow hungrier as they travel lower. By the time her tongue flicks against my stomach, I can barely breathe. Her fingers make quick work of my belt, my jeans gone before I realize it. Eager to help, I kick them off, the motion clumsy and graceless, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Her fingers hook around the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down. My mind scrambles for control. If she keeps this pace, it’ll be over before it even starts.

“ Kiska …” I half-protest, my breath catching. “Slow down.”

She shakes her head, her smirk daring me to stop her. “Sorry, no can do. You’ve known what I look like naked this whole time, while I’ve been stuck daydreaming about what’s under this.” She tugs pointedly at the fabric. “Fair’s fair.”

Her words make my head spin. She’s been daydreaming about me? About what I look like beneath my clothes?

With a rough laugh that catches in my throat, I somehow manage to say, “It can’t be fair because no one could ever compare to you. No one.”

Her eyes soften for the briefest second before I flip us, pinning her to the mattress. Her back arches into me, and finally, I’m where I’ve craved to be—settled between her thighs.

She sighs, her lips curving. “Sweet-talker.”

“I mean it,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “One look at you, and I was done for. You’ve had me wrapped around your little finger since day one.”

Done wasting time, my hands work quickly, stripping her bare. She lets me, her smile lazy and teasing as I peel each piece of clothing from her skin.

When she’s finally naked beneath me, I pause, taking in the sight of her. My fingers tremble as they trace the lines of her body, from her neck to her chest, to her stomach. Her skin quivers under my touch, and I I kiss her slowly.

“You’re more beautiful and precious to me than all the diamonds in the world,” I whisper against her neck, my voice breaking. “More than all the stars in the sky. Y a skhozhu po tebe s uma. ”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until I meet her gaze. “What does it mean?”

I sigh, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m crazy about you. That’s what it means

“Nik…” she whispers, but I cut her off with a kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. “I need you so much it scares me,” she says against my lips. “When you’re not here, I feel like I can’t breathe.”

As if to prove her point, her lips press against mine almost painfully before trailing down my throat. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist as she pulls my boxers down. This time, I don’t stop her. When her hand grasps my cock, the warmth and softness of her palm almost undo me. I groan, my voice hoarse.

“Slow down. I don’t want this to be over in two fucking seconds…”

“I can’t,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my neck. “I always want you closer, but it’s never close enough.” She tilts her head, her lips finding mine again. “If you aren’t inside me soon, I think I might die.”

The desperation in her voice drives me wild. I crush my mouth to hers, moaning her name against her lips. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head with one hand, holding her in place. Her deep blue eyes burn into mine, stealing the last of my control.

“Fuck me, woman,” I groan, my voice rough with need. “Mercy. You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

I wish I could slow down. Wish I could be patient, savor every inch of her. But her confession ignites something primal in me—something raw and insatiable that I can’t hold back.

I brush my lips against her breast, sucking the hard tip as she cries out my name. My chest tightens painfully, and I close my eyes, trying to hold on to this moment. No one has ever needed me like this— me , not my power or my money. Just me.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her back arching off the bed as she moans my name over and over. The sound alone could bring me to my knees.

Her hand slips free from my hold, wrapping around my painfully hard cock. I groan into her chest, grabbing her wrist and pinning it back down.

“Oh, come on,” she protests, her voice breathless. “Please..."

I shake my head, my breath ragged. Knowing her impatience matches mine, I can’t fight it anymore. Denying myself is one thing, but denying her? Unthinkable. My other hand slides between her thighs, parting her wet pussy.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips rising to meet my touch. “Finally…”

I groan as my fingers slip inside her, finding her warm, wet, and ready for me. I press my tongue to the her taut nipples, circling them as my thumb works over her clit. Her cries grow louder, her legs spreading wider beneath me.

“Please, please, please,” she pants, her hips grinding against my hand, her body arching as if she’s chasing release.“So close. Please…”

Desperate to watch her come for me, I rub harder, but she shakes her head weakly, her voice breaking. “Please, baby, come with me. I want you inside me now.”

Her plea shatters the last of my restraint. With a hoarse groan, I release her hands and position myself at her entrance. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

Her eyes hold mine. I lose it. With one thrust, I’m inside her, hard and fast. Her warmth grips me, and all the air rushes from my lungs.

Then realization slams into me, and I freeze mid-thrust, my chest tightening with panic as my lips graze her temple. “ Shit . Did I hurt you? Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

She shakes her head, her breath hitching. “You didn’t. You’re just so…” She pauses, grimacing a little. “Big. But I’m fine now. I’ve been dying to feel you inside me again. Don’t stop.”

Groaning, I give in. Slowly this time, I begin to move, fighting to keep my pace measured, but when she moans my name, lifting her hips to meet mine, I lose all control.

I wish I could say I made love to her. Wish I could say I took my time, savored every second, every sensation, every part of her.

But when she tugs hard at my hair—her other hand clawing down my back so hard I swear she’s drawn blood—I’m lost.

When her heels press into the backs of my thighs, urging me to go harder, faster, I become her slave.

With each thrust, as she sinks her fingernails into my ass and kisses me with everything she has, she moans my name. It’s like she’s branding hers on my heart, short-circuiting my brain.

And then, somehow, something more extraordinary happens.

When our foreheads press together and we edge closer and closer to falling apart, she opens her eyes. And it’s like I’m back to the moment we first met—when I looked into them and knew I was doomed. Her eyes are just as breathtaking and hypnotizing as ever, but it’s not their beauty that hits me. No. As I thrust into her, over and over, it finally clicks.

“ Ya ne mogu bez tebya zhit ,” I whisper against her lips. I can’t live without you .

She cries out, her eyes squeezing shut, her erratic breathing telling me she’s right there on the brink. “Nik…”

I drive into her faster, harder, deeper. With a gasp, she arches beneath me, her body clutching mine as her orgasm tears through her.

One last thrust, and I follow her, my release ripping through me with a roar. Our lips meet in a desperate, consuming kiss as we fall over the edge together.

As I spill inside her, I bury my face in her neck, trailing my mouth along her throat until I reach that tender spot where her shoulder curves. I bite down hard, tasting the metallic tang of her blood as I desperately try to claim her as mine—forever.