Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
He shudders on top of me and calls me baby and beautiful and all these other nicknames he loves giving me as he comes inside me.
Despite my own hazy head, I can’t look away from his face as he empties his load. He’s just so fucking hot.
My hand runs up the ink on his hard abs, fingers wrapping around his nape as I shove him down and claim his lips again.
I can’t get enough of kissing him.
Devouring him. Inhaling him into my fucking lungs.
He pounds into me with shallow thrusts until his cock is depleted, then he pulls out. I groan as cum leaks out from me.
Is it supposed to feel this good?
My hand slides from his throat to his hair, tugging and pulling. It must hurt, but Nikolai doesn’t complain as he kisses me harder, his chest glued to mine. Both of us are a mess of sweat and the cum on our abs.
We keep kissing until I can no longer feel my lips. Until the cold air forms goosebumps on my damp skin.
Reluctantly, I let him go and pull away. Nikolai gives me space and I sit up, wincing, before I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand with a bit of difficulty.
Cum drips down my thighs and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
An inked hand wraps around my wrist and a large chest presses against my back, his half-erect cock nudging on my sore arse. I ignore the shiver that spreads through me as I glance at him. Nikolai leans his chin on my shoulder, head cocked to the side, watching me with that slight manic expression from earlier. Though it seems a bit subdued now.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh…shower.” Why do I sound so hoarse?
His lips curve in a slightly evil grin. “Can I join?”
“No.” I pause when his smile disappears, then sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m not comfortable with that.”
“I’ll wait until you’re comfortable, then.” His grin returns and I want to kiss it, but I don’t, because that’s just fucking desperate. “Thanks, baby.”
“For what?”
“For bringing me back.”
“Bringing you back from where?”
“Somewhere unpleasant.” He smacks my arse. “Go get that sexy body all soaped up and try not to think of me.”
“Nikolai!” I swat his hand away, resisting the tingles that rush through me as I escape to the en suite bathroom and hop into the shower.
It’s a bit weird to get the cum off me, but I manage to do it, hissing when I touch my rim and literally fuck myself to wash away the evidence of the best sex I’ve ever had.
I have to stop before I start moaning and Nikolai decides he’s not going to wait outside, after all.
Is that what I want him to do?
He told me not to think of him, but here I am completely taken by the bastard. I blame his vicious determination. In hindsight, I had no chance against him.
Some might say what happened just now was only a matter of time.
A smile pulls my lips as I step out on the foot towel, careful not to drip on the floor.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and my smile instantly drops.
What gives you the right to be happy after everything you’ve done?
I try to swallow, but the lump gets stuck and I feel my airways closing.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I cut off eye contact, mindlessly pulling a towel from the rack and quickly drying myself, then wrapping another towel around my waist.
My vision is blurry, but I can’t get out of there fast enough.
Run away, Bran. Just run the fuck away—
My movements and thoughts come to a sudden halt when I find a massive man sitting on the floor right by the bathroom door, still naked, and…is he…
I lean over and tentatively stroke his hair away from his face. No doubt about it. He’s actually asleep.
I can’t resist the chuckle that leaves my lips.
Why am I not surprised he’d fall asleep anywhere and in any position?
Though…does this mean he was waiting for me?
Get over yourself.
I reluctantly release his gorgeous hair and head to the bed so I can get him a blanket, but that’s when I notice he didn’t change the sheets and pinch the bridge of my nose.
This man-child, I swear.
I locate the clean sheets in the cupboard and meticulously change them. I manage to support his stupidly muscled body against my shoulder, then drop him on the bed.
Through it all, he doesn’t even groan. Deep sleeper, it is.
He sprawls his legs all over the super king-sized bed and uses his hand as a pillow. His hair spreads out on the sheet like silk, and I can’t help ghosting my hand over it before I pull the blanket over him.
I pause when I see my dried cum on his stomach. I should probably clean that…