I could feel myself getting lost in those deep, bottomless brown eyes of hers.
I could feel my heart slowing, could feel each and every single one of the breaths I exhaled and inhaled, knowing I was breathing solely for her …
I could feel time coming to a standstill.
Nothing mattered but this moment.
No one mattered but her.
She inhaled sharply, bringing everything back into focus.
I let out a small groan and buried my face in her neck, taking a small moment for myself.
It always felt like this with her.
Like I couldn’t breathe—but fuck, I would much rather suffocate than even go one second without her.
“Nikolay?”
I pulled away and took her in. Arousal brightened her eyes, and her cheeks were flushed. Just one look from her, and I was ruined.
She smiled slightly, cupping my cheek with one small hand.
“I love the way you say my name,” I said, gliding my lips gently over her jawline.
Fucking loved it.
Loved everything about this girl beneath me, loved how easy it was for me to read the emotions on her face, loved how her eyes always told me just how badly I affected her.
I fucking loved her, and unlucky for her, because when a man like me fell in love, it was for fucking life.
She was never getting out of this.
I was going to tie her completely to me.
Slowly, I pulled out of her until just the tip of my dick remained in her wet heat. Then I pushed back in again.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her legs wrapping around my hips, her heels digging into my ass.
I rocked against her forcefully until the bed shook beneath us and the headboard slammed against the wall, until my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I saw stars. Still, I wanted—needed—more.
I quickened my thrusts, and she reached up, her teeth coming down on my shoulder. I let out a small groan as the pain mixed with pleasure. I wanted her to feel what I felt.
Wanted her to feel the pain, the ecstasy, and the desperation of it all.
I wasn’t careful with her.
And what was more, she didn’t want me to be careful with her.
Mikhail treated her like she was made of glass, and Damien treated her like she was the most precious treasure, but me—I just wanted to own her completely.
To make use of her for my own filthy pleasure. To lose myself in her body.
I grabbed one leg and pulled up, driving into her deeper.
She closed her eyes, her head falling to the side. I knew she was close.
“Come for me, princess.”