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“You are so fucking perfect,” he murmured against my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I groaned in response, warmth pooling in my core as one hand held the back of my neck, his other slowly moving down my back. When he reached the hem of my shirt, he slipped his hand underneath, splaying his warm palm against my back.

I leaned into him, tasting him back and nipping at his bottom lip. I pulled back, a slow bead of blood forming where I had bitten him.

“You know I love that,” he said, his gaze filled with longing as his tongue shot out to lick the blood off. “So, so, wicked.”

His hands gripped the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head, our bodies pressing together once more. My fingers found the hem of his and we pulled away from each other only long enough for me to slip it over his head.

My lips found his chest, and I tasted his skin there, kissing each tattoo across his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his arms. I wanted to taste all of him. He did the same to me. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

I wanted him to fill every void in me, every crack and every break filled with his love. Repaired by each kiss he placed against my skin. Donika hadn’t broken me, not entirely, but there were fractures. Places where I had let her inside, fissures that were small but deadly .

Every time Nik’s lips tasted my skin they closed, one by one, as if when he was finished, I would be whole once more. When he burned, I burned. When I hurt, he hurt. We were one and the same now, two pieces of the same whole.

We were bound.

I pushed him down against the silk sheets of the bed, and he smiled up at me. I leaned over him, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his muscular legs, stopping to remove his shoes, too. I didn’t want anything between us at all. I wanted to come together as one.

His length strained against his briefs as he propped his hand behind his head, the picture of relaxation. I moved to crawl on top of him, but he held out his other hand, gesturing for me to wait.

“I want to see you.”

He wanted to devour me with his eyes. Every inch of me. When he looked at me like that, lust and love filling his gaze, who was I to deny him?

I slowly unbuttoned my pants, my gaze holding his. As I slid them down my legs, he never broke eye contact. When I pushed my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, his eyes were still on mine. His gaze finally broke as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, my breasts popping free.

He watched me hungrily, his gaze studying every inch of me. He memorized the way my hair fell back behind my shoulders. My collarbone—my peaked, perfectly pink nipples. The freckles on my arms. The muscles on my abdomen. All the way down to my toes.

“Have you had your fill?” I asked, raising a brow at him .

When I had first been bare before him, I had been so nervous, so self-conscious. Now… I felt none of that. He gazed at me as if I were a goddess. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Never.” His voice was raw, unbridled lust.

His gaze darkened as I climbed over him, straddling him. I could feel his cock straining beneath his briefs, pressing hard against my thigh. I was already so wet for him. I had never thought I could want someone this much in my life. I didn’t just want him… I needed him.

He slipped a hand between my legs as I bent down to kiss him. I groaned against him as I rubbed against his hand, right where I wanted him. He slipped a finger inside of me and I threw my head back, a soft cry escaping my lips.

“So, so wet. That’s my good girl.” His voice was a whisper against my skin as I rode his fingers, the feeling of him inside of me so good, but not enough.

I wanted to feel all of him, all night long.

He flipped us over, his fingers never leaving me as he pressed down over me. He used his thumb to work my most sensitive place while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. When he removed his fingers, he licked them slowly, one by one, tasting me.

“Nikolai—” His name was a moan on my lips as I pushed at his briefs with my legs around his hips.

He laughed against me as I slipped my hand inside of them, grasping him.

I would never get over the feel of him. The size of him.

He was so hard against me and I pumped his length, his lips parting and his eyes closing.

I pushed his briefs down his legs using my own and he kicked them off, leaving nothing between us now.

I placed him at my entrance and he needed no coaxing.

He plunged into me and I arched my back off the bed, crying out at the sensation of him filling me so fully.

He pulled back slowly, until only the tip was inside of me, then pushed back again all the way to the hilt.

He filled me up so deliciously, as if I was made just for him.

He pumped in and out of me roughly and I held on, my legs clasped around his back, my hands on his shoulders.

My head fell back with a cry when he hit that spot, the spot only he knew how to find.

I hadn’t even been able to on those nights when he was gone and I had found my hand between my own legs late at night, thinking of him.

“Fuck, Diana—” He watched me beneath him, writhing in pleasure.

“Harder,” I whispered against his shoulder, my eyes falling closed.

My wish was his command.

He set a punishing pace, and I loved every second of it.

His cock felt so, so good plunging in and out of me, and I was doing nothing to quiet my screams. We hadn’t thought to spell the bedroom, but not even a trickle of embarrassment lanced through me at the thought of the entire cottage hearing the screams Nikolai was wringing out of me.

“I want to watch you ride me.” His voice was against my ear as he grabbed my hips, turning us over once more.

I sat up, my hands on his chest, my legs straddling him. His hands fell to my thighs, his eyes on me, reverent .

“That’s it, just like that,” he said as I began to move.

I slid up and down, rocking my hips forward with each movement so that my own pleasure crested. My mouth fell open, eyes squeezing shut.

“Not yet baby, not yet.” His voice was all breath now.

He watched me ride him, my breasts bouncing as he took them in his hand, squeezing. He leaned forward, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue, biting at the sensitive tissue there. My head fell back in another cry of pleasure as he sucked.

I had half expected it to feel like a goodbye when we came together tonight, but this didn’t feel anything like that.

It felt like a beginning.

He leaned back against the bed once more, his lust filled gaze watching me as I rocked my hips, back and forth.

Up and down. Back and forth. I increased my speed and his breaths were coming more rapidly.

I leaned back, reaching behind me to cup him and he pressed his eyes closed, almost falling over the edge.

“Not yet.” I chuckled. Now it was my turn to tease him.

He laughed, his eyes still pressed together in concentration.

“You are so Goddamn sexy, do you know that?” he asked, sitting up once more and wrapping his arms around me.

My hands fell to his shoulders as I continued to ride him ruthlessly, the bed squeaking beneath us, my chest pressed up against his.

“I love you.” I breathed the words into his mouth as his hand captured my cheek .

“I love you.” He whispered back against my lips. “ You’re mine .”

Those words had me breaking apart.

He slid his hand between us and worked against me as I finished, falling over that edge of pleasure and crying out louder than I ever had before.

My hair was a mess, tangled and coated in sweat behind me.

He gathered it in his hand and pulled my head back, exposing my neck to him as I came down from the high.

He kissed me gently at first, then he bit the skin across my neck and I let him know how much I loved it with my cries and soft whimpers.

He held my head back as his mouth captured my breast again, his hips driving up into me as he chased his own pleasure.

Each thrust was heaven. When he drove up into me for the final time, filling me with himself, I came with him again, my mouth on his shoulder, biting down.

My fingernails raking across his back. We would be bruised and bloody tomorrow and would certainly need to administer some skin spells if we didn’t want anyone asking questions.

He had taken me rough before, but never like this. I loved it. Craved it. Every inch he would give me, I would take. I slid off his lap and went to the washroom, casting my gaze behind me as I went.

He was against the bed, spent, his hair pushed back from his face, and I had never seen anything I had loved more in my entire life. I made quick work of using the washroom, fixing my hair and splashing water on my face to rejoin him in bed.

I curled against him, sleep taking him quickly with the satin sheets pooled around his waist .

I had thought that sleep would evade me with the amount of anxiety I had been harboring all day, but when I closed my eyes against Nik’s chest, his arm wrapped around me, all I felt was peace.

When sleep did finally take me, I didn’t dream of the battle to come.

My only dreams were of his hair.

His eyes.

His mouth.

And that wicked, wicked tongue.