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“Nikolai,” she breathes.

“I know.”

My hand slides between us. She’s wet.

So wet that my fingers move through her easily, and when I circle her clit, her whole body jolts. I push one finger inside her, then two, watching her face as she takes them. Her mouth parts. Her eyes stay on mine for as long as she can manage.

Then I curl my fingers, and she breaks. “Oh.”

The sound’s small, almost embarrassed.

I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Again.”

She looks down at me, breathless. “That wasn’t a word.”

“It was close enough.” I lower my mouth to her.

Her head falls back against the pillow.

I taste her slowly at first, because I want this to last and because I want her to understand there is no hurry tonight. No locked door we are afraid of. No footsteps outside. No stolen five minutes. Just her in my bed, open for me, saying my name under her breath while my mouth works between her thighs.

She tries to be quiet out of habit.

I lift my head. “No.”

Her eyes open. “You don’t have to hide here.”

Her face goes soft in a way that makes my chest hurt.

Then my tongue moves over her clit again, and whatever she was feeling turns into a moan that fills the room.

I hold her hips down and eat her until she stops trying to control the sounds. Until her hands are in my hair and her thighs are shaking around my shoulders. Until she comes against my mouth, wet and hot and trembling, saying my name like it is the only word she remembers.

I stay there until she pushes weakly at my head.

“Too much,” she whispers.

I kiss her thigh once and move back over her. Her eyes are heavy now, body loose under mine, but when my cock brushes against her entrance, she reaches for me at once.

“I want you inside me,” she says.

I press my forehead to hers and push into her slowly.

She inhales sharply, nails digging into my back as her body stretches around me. I stop halfway, but she wraps her legs tighter around my waist.

“All of it,” she whispers.

I give it to her.

When I am fully inside her, neither of us moves.

She feels impossibly good around me. Tight, wet, still pulsing from the orgasm I gave her. Her hands move over my back, my shoulders, my neck, as if she needs to touch every part of me to believe I’m really there.

I start to move. Slowly.

She meets me with a soft lift of her hips. The first few strokes are almost too much because I am not chasing the end this time. I feel everything. The slide of her body around mine. The heat of her breath against my mouth. The way her thighs tighten each time I go deep.

I kiss her as I fuck her, slow and deep, letting her take all of me again and again.