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If this is a kiss, the others before were child’s play.
We moved in a frenzied dance, our bodies entwined in a desperate embrace. With every touch, every caress, I felt myself unraveling, succumbing to the tantalizing attraction of Nikolai Wolkov.
As our kiss deepened, the world around us seemed to fade into insignificance. We were lost in an ocean of desires, and our bodies moved in sync as if guided by an invisible force. Every swipe of his tongue was rough and then smooth, just like him. The heat between us increased, fanning the flames of our escalating passion.
Before I knew it, we were moving across the room, our lips never parting as we navigated the space with a sense of urgency. Nikolai's big, strong arms wrapped around me, and pulled me close to his body as if he was unwilling to let me slip away.
My hands twisted into his hair, and I could feel the heat of his body seeping through my clothes, igniting a fire inside me that threatened to consume us both. Suddenly, he spun us around and flattened me against a bookcase with a force that made me gasp.
“Fuck, did I hurt you?” He pulled back, breathing hard.
I just shook my head as I stared into his intense gaze, and he kissed each of my temples before he greedily caught my lips. His tongue coaxed my lips apart, and he kissed me again, even deeper.
His massive hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me to his hips, as I wrapped my legs around him and my fingers burrowed into his shoulders. I felt his hard bulge pressing against my center, and as his mouth drifted down my neck, slow and hungry, a trail of goosebumps covered my skin. My back arched against the bookcase; it was almost too much feeling him against me.
Our lips once again met in a heated kiss, and with each kiss my longing for him grew stronger and more intense.
Goddammit! I need him! I want all of him!
My heart raced in my chest as if trying to escape the tempestuous storm brewing inside me. As his fingers dug into the back of my thighs and Nikolai turned us again, we bumped into a lamp, which fell to the floor with a dull thud. The sound snapped me out of my reverie and reminded me of the reality of our situation. In my frenzy of lust, I forgot where we were, forgot everything but his mouth on my lips and his hands on my ass.
“I want you, Ashley,” his voice was deep and raspy, my body humming in response.
I want you too.
“Uh-hm,” I nodded and with long strides he lowered me onto the couch, his eyes never leaving mine as he straddled me between his knees and hovered over me with a crooked smile.
With a sudden, swift movement, Nikolai ripped my blouse open, the buttons went flying and exposed my breasts, which were only covered by a lace bra. I felt vulnerable and powerless to resist, but his roughness turned into an exhilarating thrill.
What just happened?
“So, fucking beautiful,” he hissed, his hands sliding deftly behind my back and like the expert he was, he unclasped my bra and the zipper of my skirt at the same time. He tugged at the hem of my skirt, pulled it down my legs, and let it fall to the floor.
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as the fabric fell away and I lay before him wearing only my lace panties. His fingers, like a feather, traced the contours of my breasts, down my ribs and my stomach, feeling every exposed line. My heart raced and I sucked in a sharp breath.
Despite the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of self-consciousness.
I gasped as his calloused palms cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingertips and massaging them softly until everything inside me tensed.
He was gentle at first, each movement languid and purposeful, making me shift and squirm under him as his emerald gaze scraped up my body to my eyes.
“Dammit, Ashley, there’s no stopping me now,” his voice was as rough as sandpaper.
I don’t want you to stop.
I realized I had said it out loud when a gruff laugh rose out of him and he said, “That’s my girl.”
Damn! This will have consequences.
His mouth moved over my chest, tasting all the places he had touched before, while my fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt. He pushed back, straightened, and peeled his shirt off his shoulder like a curtain for the opening act. On display before me was a solid, broad chest, smattered with dark hair and a delicate fuzz that trailed down his V-line to his waistband. As my gaze followed the trail downward, I gulped. His erection pitched a tent, impressive in its size.
I knew my eyes must have been as wide as saucers, when he asked with a wry smile, “You like what you see?”
My heart hammered in my chest and my mouth ran dry. Thoughts revved up in my head like a race car. What have I gotten myself into? Would he even fit inside me?
His fingers slipped under the sides of my panties, and his hands skimmed down my legs taking the fabric with them.
“So, fucking beautiful,” Nikolai murmured. I looked straight into his absinthe eyes; they stared at me with the same intensity as a wild cat would hunt its prey. He had such a feral appeal to him; it made my body quiver with arousal.
