Nikolai I shouldn’t do it, not after all she’s been through. If I were a different man, one who had real morals, one who gave a fuck about right and wrong, I’d keep my hands to myself, but I’m not.
I also know that right now, she needs this, and so do I.
Lifting my head, I look down at her, those blue eyes dreamy, pure latent flame, her mouth reddened from that hard kiss. I shouldn’t do this… not after all she’s been through.
That thought comes at me again, but I’m going to. I need to. She’s been a fucking fever in my blood. She’s haunted my dreams, stalked my every thought since Finnegan took her. Since last time I was in her. Since I took her virginity. Since the first time I tasted her.
I rub a hand down between her tits, all the way down to her cunt, and I slide my fingers between her thighs. That glorious glide that only comes with her arousal, the wetness there, for me. She whimpers in a way that no fucking memory can ever quite live up to. When she’s here, in my arms, that soft little sound does things to me.
“Nikolai,” she whispers, turning her face up, like she’s offering herself to me. “Please.”
I take my hand from between her legs and curl it into her soft, thick hair, hauling her up against me. Her heart hammers as her breath comes hard, uneven, and it’s such a turn on, I’m hurting with the need to bury myself inside her.
Dragging her on me, I claim her mouth again, hard. Open. Tongues. Teeth. The kiss is rough as fuck, hotter than hell, and as vital as the oxygen in the room. Rose responds like she was born for this kiss. Her hands are on me, clinging, offering herself even as she kisses me back.
It’s a wild, carnal carnival ride, and she’s mine, every fucking part of her. The soft, warm skin, the wetness of her cunt and mouth, the tiny whimpers of need she makes.
I’m claiming her back, and she knows it. Her body knows who and what she is. Mine.
Without breaking the kiss, I lower her to the bed, turning so she’s on me. She moves, her cunt sliding along my erection still in the confines of my underwear. It’s the kind of tease I’ll take.
Normally, I’d never let her have this kind of attempt at control, but she needs it, like she’s finding herself again, and it’s erotic as fuck. Her evocative mix of innocence and vixen. The slight clumsiness entwined with instinctual goddess moves.
She’s humping against me, and I keep my hand in her hair, taking her mouth in deeper, harder kisses, I catch her lower lip, sinking my teeth into it, right near where I licked the blood. It’s a bite of pain that I’m painting over with new and she squeals, jerks, moans, tugs against me. The tug is a slow pull, like she needs it, too. When I run my tongue over that whole lower lip and release her, she sighs and comes back for more.
My blood spikes. Yes.
This is the kind of rough foreplay that sets all the extra fires. It’s the precursor to the wild, dark heaven that exists between her thighs, that tight, hot tunnel I cannot wait to take again.
I roll us again so I’m on top, and I kiss my way down, biting and sucking at her throat, pulling her flesh and skin until she whimpers with pain and need and pleasure. Laving at her tits, sucking her nipples deep, I move further down, shucking my boxers as I go, my erection springing heavily out, so painful in its full salute. As much as I want to fuck her, slam inside until I’m balls deep, I need to taste her more. Rose needs to understand in every cell that whoever dared try and touch her didn’t leave a mark.
There’s only mine.
She’s gasping, crying, whimpering, pleading. I push her thighs apart, licking a path along the wetness of her slit, nibbling her outer lips, slipping fingers down to tease her hole.
Rose pushes at me, trying to lift her hips to take me, but I hold her easily down with my other hand. This is a lesson in exquisite torture, of how she needs to know who and what I am, and just how much she was made for me, how much she belongs, exactly who it is she craves.
“Say my fucking name, Rose.” I lick up to her clit. She gasps, spasms. “Fucking say it.”
“Nikolai!” It’s a harsh whisper, a soft cry. “Nikolai. God! Nikolai!” I close my mouth about her clit and suck.
“Oh! Oh, more, please, Nikolai…”
I slide a finger just into her cunt. “Tell me who you belong to, Rose.”
“You.”
That’s right. “What do you want?”
“You!” The broken sound is music, rough and pagan and soaring. “You.”
“To do what, Rose?” I push a little deeper, then go back to suck a moment at her clit. She’s delicious, dark and sweet, and the taste of her is so familiar, so burned into me, I don’t know if I can ever get enough. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
I rise up and rub the tip of my cock at her entrance, and then I push in, stretching her. Halfway in, I slam home. She convulses, that tight passage squeezing down on me over and over.
“Did I say you could come?” I start to hammer into her, punctuating each word with a deep, hard thrust. “Did. I. Give. You. Permission?”
“No, I…I couldn’t help it.”
“Good thing I’m feeling fucking generous, Rose.” I sink my teeth into her throat and suck.
She screams, wrapping about me, her ankles locking around my waist. Then it’s on. We crash together. No one is done here; not her, least of all me. It’s a hard, rough, wild fuck. I drill into her, bottoming out each time, drawing back and slamming in. She’s a constant stream of sounds and words, all demanding, pleading, full of need, heat, pleasure, pain.
Every time I pull out, her hips come up, her hands scratch at my back as she tries to push me back down, back into her. We can’t get enough. It’s brutal, it’s wild. Her pussy is so hot and tight, and she comes again, harder this time.
I grit my teeth as I bury my face against her shoulder. My hands fists in her hair as I hold her where I need her. I’m holding back. I want her to come. Over and over. Again and again. Push her past boundaries. Off that cliff. Into flame.
“More. More. More. Nikolai. Harder.”
I’m hitting her hard, deep inside, and it’s not enough. I want her ass. I want to destroy her, mark her in every way.
I raise my head and take her mouth in a deep, brutal kiss. She gasps into me. “You’re gonna fucking come again, Rose. With me.” “I can’t.”