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He pulls my legs up either side as his hands come to my waist, holding me as I start to fuck him, the fullness both too much and edged with the whisper of more.
I set a rhythm, and I’m moaning louder than I have in a long time. I need to come, and he’s muttering nasty, filthy things as he bites and kisses my shoulders, my neck. I’m still in the collar, and he pulls it with one hand to bring it hard against my throat.
He starts to fuck up into me, the beat shifting to a drum-heavy pace, and I rock down on him in time with his thrusts. Nikolai’s hand shifts from my hip to my clit, and it takes only moments for my orgasm to rise and hit, pleasure bursting across my skin in great, rolling waves.
I want more. I—
Without warning, Nikolai pushes me off him and picks me up, taking my mouth in the deepest, nastiest kiss, the kind of kiss that curls toes and burns pyres, the kind that promises all the kink and heat and sex I could ever desire. I tumble into that dark, erotic world of his, kissing him back with all the filth I can find.
Our hearts are wild things, beating in tandem, and the blood in his veins thrums as I drink in the heat of his body.
“I’m not done, Rose.”
He spins me as he picks me up, walking to the window.
“I’m going to fuck you. Here. From behind. In that hot, tight ass of yours. Then, I’m painting you with my cum. Hands on the window, Rose, ass up.”
Nikolai pushes down on my lower back, kicking my legs slightly apart. I do as asked, just as he pulls my ass cheeks apart and pushes into me. He has a little more finesse than me, but it’s hard, full on, and each slam of his hips is a small, brutal trip to heaven.
It’s not loving. No, it’s pure, unadulterated fucking, and I’m there for it. I come again, this one slamming into me like he slams into my ass. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t change the deep, hard strokes.
He moves down over my back as he starts to fuck up into me with everything he has. I can’t breathe, every single part of me alive and shimmering with pleasure, tingling with need.
I know when he’s about to come. He starts telling me I’m dirty, a filthy little angel, his depraved little thing. He tells me he loves me, that I’m pure smutty goodness. That he’s going to tie me to him, chain me at his side, that he’s going to use me until the end of days, that I’m all his, that my cunt is made for him, just like my mouth and ass, and he’ll have all three.
Nikolai shudders, slamming deep one last time as he pumps his cum into me. When he pulls out, I realize he’s still coming, and he rubs the head of his cock on my ass cheeks, the hot cum spurting over my flesh.
Slowly, he rubs it in, then coils an arm around me, pulling me up and into him.
We don’t speak as he carries me to the shower and cleans us both. The sweetness of the moment makes tears sting in my eyes.
He’s the most complex man I’ve ever met, the most complex person. Even for someone as young as me, I know that wasn’t just wild fucking. I turn and wrap my arms him as the water sluices over us, trying to find solace in his hard, wet chest.
For a moment, he doesn’t move, then his arms come around me, and I know. I know. I know Nikolai gave me a piece of his soul and took part of mine in return.
“Fuck, you piss me off.”
I laugh because he says it softly, with a gruff tenderness that’s a little lost and all Niko. “Right back at you.”
We dry off, and he takes me to bed. It’s the calm after the sex storm, and he’s in his boxer briefs, the ones that mold to his form, and I’m naked, how he likes me, how I like being for him.
“Nikolai?”
He has his damn tablet out, but he puts it down and turns to me, brow raised.
“Do you want the wedding? It feels like you don’t care.”
Anger bites into his features. “I don’t do things I don’t want to do, Rose. You fucking know that. Stop trying to fucking turn me into something I’m not.”
I study him. He’s angry, yes, and he’s right; he is who he is, and I can’t morph him into a good man in any traditional sense. He’s not about to change, but he’s giving me words without anything more.
I want more.
I look at him. “You don’t seem to want it. You just let me do what I want.”
“So what?” His words are a low burn.
Clenching my hands, I make myself look at him. “That’s not you.”
