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He groans at my words and carries me up the stairs to the back bedroom. I barely get a look at the spacious room with a wall of windows similar to the ones in the kitchen before he’s pulling back the covers and lying me down on the king-size bed. The windows let in enough moonlight for me to be able to see him as my greedy fingers tug on his sweater, yanking it over his head and exposing all that gorgeous, tattooed, hard muscle.

Running his hands up my thighs, he grabs onto my dress and pulls it off my head, tossing it aside quickly so he can put his hands back on me.

“You’re so beautiful.” He runs his hands over my stomach and lace-covered tits before unclasping my bra and pulling off my thong. “These stay on,” he says with a grin, running his fingers over my black thigh highs.

I watch, completely mesmerized as he strips out of his jeans, and the moonlight reveals his perfect, chiseled body to me. With a groan, he leans down, bringing his head between my legs and sighing when he sees how wet I am.

“What have you done to me, Moira?” He whispers against my pussy, nuzzling his face against me, parting my slick folds with this nose and making me gasp and reach down to run my fingers through his hair.

“You’re all I can think about.” He gives my clit a soft lick. “Every fucking second of every day, all I’m thinking about is you and how badly I need you.”

“God, I feel the same way,” I moan, arching my hips up to him. “I need you so badly, Nikolai. Please, I need to feel closer to you.”

“I know, baby, but I need to taste you one more time before I fuck you.”

I’m not about to argue with that, so I arch my hips up, giving him better access and spread my knees wider. He groans and slides his tongue into me as memories from our first night together come crashing back to me. In all the times I replayed that moment, I hadn’t exaggerated how damn good he is at this.

Sliding his tongue out, he kisses and licks his way to my clit, pushing me closer and closer to where I want to be. When he wraps his lips around my swollen, achy bud and gives me a good suck, I let go with a yell and come hard against his mouth. My fingers grip his hair as he keeps working me, sending wave after wave of pleasure over me until I’m gasping and shaking beneath him. He gives me one last lick before kissing his way up my body.

He stops at my tits, cupping one while he wraps his lips around the other, tonguing my hard nipple while he pinches the other until I’m wrapping my legs around him and trying my damnedest to get him inside me.

“Please, Kolya,” I beg.

He lifts his head and gives me a sweet smile. “I love it when you call me that.”

I smile back and grab onto his shoulders, pulling him up to me until he’s hovering over me, the head of his cock pressing against my pussy, a big, thick reminder of what’s about to happen.

“Now I’m going to make you scream it,” he says before sliding into me in one hard thrust that has me letting out a startled yelp and clinging to him for dear life.

I thought I was prepared for this, but the shock of pain leaves me breathless, and I bury my face in his neck as he fucks me in long, hard strokes that give me equal parts pain and pleasure. Tears prick at my eyes, but I will them away and instead focus on the feel of his lips on my neck and the way he’s nipping at my skin, sending shocks of pleasure all through me.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs against my skin, kissing his way to my face.

You have no idea!I think as I quickly swipe away the last tear and turn my head to catch his lips with my own. The feel of his mouth on mine makes me forget about everything except the pleasure. This is what I wanted—an unrestrained Nikolai who could fuck me without worry of hurting me or the pressure that went along with someone’s first time. I just wanted to experience this as normal as possible.

He cups my face with one hand, keeping his weight on his other arm so he doesn’t squish me, and the sight of his beautiful face hovering above me has my heart racing even faster. I wrap my legs around him tighter and run my fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his head while my other hand grabs on tightly to his back.

His dark eyes study me for a second as he slows down, fucking me in a slow rhythm that has me forgetting all about how sore I am.

“Are you okay?” He runs his thumb over my cheek, and I’m not sure what he sees in my face, but it’s enough to make his jaw tighten in worry.

I smile up at him, and this time when my eyes get watery, I don’t try and stop it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, and he sounds so damn worried that I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him even tighter in case he accidentally thinks that I don’t want this.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I say, feeling like an idiot, but there’s nothing to be done about it. Bringing my hand from the back of his head, I run my fingers over his stubbled cheek, memorizing every single second of this moment and the way he looks. “I love you, Kolya,” I say, noticing the way his eyes immediately soften at my words.

He smiles and kisses me gently, working his hips again in that same slow, intoxicating rhythm. “I love you too, Moira,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me.

Knowing that this beautiful, powerful man loves me does something to me. I’m suddenly ravenous for more. I need him like I’ve never needed anything, and when I deepen our kiss, he lets out a groan and follows my lead, giving me exactly what I need and crave. Every stroke of his cock pushes me closer and closer to the edge, lighting my body on fire as I rock my hips, meeting every powerful thrust of his hips until I’m screaming his name, feeling closer to him than I ever thought possible.

I know in this moment that there’s no going back. No matter what happens, a piece of me will always be connected to Nikolai. He’s a part of me now, and I couldn’t be happier. I run my hands through his hair, loving that I can touch him like this, that I’m the one underneath this gorgeous man and that it’s me that he loves. I feel drunk on ecstasy, never wanting this moment to end. When I run my fingers down his muscled back, he lets out a groan and thrusts into me even harder.

He growls something in Russian before burying himself inside me, locking our bodies together as he finally gives in to his own pleasure. I tighten my arms and legs around him, holding him, surrounding him with my body, until we’re both gasping and I can’t help but laugh at how good I feel.

“Feel better?” he asks, giving me an adorable grin, and it’s so different from the angry scowls he first gave me. I know he’s showing me a side of himself that no one else gets to see, and I’m so grateful for it. I smile and then smile even bigger when he leans down to kiss my dimple.

“I love your dimple, Moira.” He gives it another kiss before looking down at me. “I love that you only show it when you’re genuinely happy.”


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