Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I rise to my toes and press every part of me to him until there’s no space left between us.
He lifts me without a word, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, my mouth still locked to his as he carries me across the room like I weigh nothing and lays me down in the giant bed.
The Northern Lights pulse across the ceiling above us, casting ribbons of green across his skin as he crawls up my body, looming over me, and pausing long enough for me to wonder if he is having second thoughts.
I reach up and pull him down. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
Bending his head, he kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, down to my breast where his tongue teases over my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I arch and moan and push my fingers through his hair.
“Oh Nikolai…”
He growls against me, his voice rough. “You like that, solnyshko?”
I nod, whimpering, wanting more.
He keeps going. Sucking, licking, teasing each nipple until it’s almost unbearable. One hand slides down my belly and beneath my panties, and when his fingers find me slick and ready for him, he groans.
“So wet already.”
“Yes,” I moan breathlessly.
He takes my hand and drags it to the front of his sweatpants where his cock strains against the fabric. “See what you do to me? See how much I want you?”
His mouth returns to mine as his fingers circle my clit, slow and exact, sending electric pleasure spiraling up my spine. I can hear the slickness with every stroke of his finger, and it makes me want to combust with pleasure.
“I want to hear you unravel, malyshka,” he rasps. “I want to know what you sound like when you come.”
I buck under him, gasping and writhing beneath his touch. And when I start to come under his expert caresses, he kisses me harder and swallows every cry until I’m a boneless heap.
Through the haze, I hear the tear of silk. Feel the shiny fabric slip away. Feel him remove his sweatpants and line himself up. Then every sensation as he pushes his cock in slowly. I gasp into his mouth, my legs spreading wider around his hips.
Finally.
The stretch is sharp and delicious. And fucking perfect. My nails rake down his back as he sinks deeper into me, inch by slow inch, filling me completely. My head falls back, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck, solnyshko,” he growls. “Your pussy is so tight. So fucking tight. This is going to kill me.”
He pauses and rests his forehead against mine. And we breathe together. It’s a connection like I’ve never felt before.
Then he starts to move.
Slow at first. Deep and purposeful. Each stroke of his cock sending a surge of pleasure through me.
The bed creaks beneath his rhythm, and the Northern Lights flicker green and pink fire over his shoulders. I hold on to him like I’m afraid if I let go, I’ll fall out of whatever spell this is. Because this is crazy. Him. Me. Us. It’s insanity.
But I’m not going to question it. Because right now, this is everything.
“Nikolai… please… I need more.”
His control shatters with a groan. He drives into me harder and deeper, the sound wet and obscene and perfect.
“You feel so good. So sweet.” He moans. “So fucking sweet.”
I cry out and dig my heels into his back, meeting every thrust. I’m drowning in him. All of him. The way he moves, the way he sounds, the way he looks down at me like the pleasure has caught him completely off guard.
“Come on my cock.” He moans. “I want to feel your sweet pussy coming. I want your cum to coat me.” Every word drips with desperation. “Grip my cock, malyshka. That’s it. Tighter. Don’t stop…fuck… you’re so tight… you’re going to make me come so hard…”
I do, but it’s too much, and my orgasm hits like a crashing wave, wild and unstoppable, and I come undone beneath him.
With a cry, I clench around him, and he groans like he’s in pain. He thrusts once, twice, then spills into me with a deep, guttural growl.
His body shudders, and his hips jerk, and he collapses over me, breathing hard. His weight pins me, and I don’t care. I want it. I want him.
I turn my head and my gaze drifts to the large window.
Outside, the lights ripple over the snow in shimmering green and pink like something magical.
Inside, we lie tangled and bare beneath the covers, our bodies slick and still connected.
It’s like a dream.
And I don’t ever want to wake up.
22
NIKOLAI
She’s gone when I wake. But the blankets are still warm beside me, and the scent of her is all around me.
I settle my gaze on the window. It glows with the Northern Lights. The light pulses through the room in shifting patterns, brushing over the stone fireplace, the heavy beams, and the edges of the bed.