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“Katerina,” I growl against her skin, the sound rough and unrecognizable even to myself.

Her fingers tug me back up, and our mouths collide again, fiercer this time, more desperate. Her lips are swollen now, her taste darker, richer, like something forbidden. The rhythm of our kiss turns chaotic, a mess of tongues and teeth and ragged breaths, but neither of us cares.

Her body arches into me, her curves pressing against every hard edge of mine. I grip her tighter, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her spine, committing her to memory as though I could forget. She moans again, softer this time, a sound that vibrates through my chest and sets my nerves on fire.

When we finally break apart for air, her cheeks are flushed, her hair even more disheveled, strands falling around her face. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desire, and her lips—those perfect lips—are kiss-swollen and glistening.

“W-what are we doing?” she manages, but her body betrays her as she pulls me closer.

My laugh is dark against her throat. “This,” I murmur as I nip at her pulse point, causing her to shiver, her heart racing beneath my lips. This woman, who I’ve been pining and yearning for two years, comes undone so beautifully under my touch.

The taste of her, the feel of her body against mine, the way she responds to every touch—it’s better than anything I ever could have imagined. Her hands clutch at my shoulders as I trail kisses down her neck, each gasp a victory.

“Tell me to stop,” I rasp, my lips brushing her ear before trailing down her jawline, tasting the salt of her skin. My mouth lingers on her throat, where her pulse flutters like a trapped bird, and I press open-mouthed kisses to the column of her neck.

Her response is immediate, a breathless command that sends a thrill through me. “Don’t you dare,” she whispers, her voice low and ragged, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

Victory, I internally crow as I push her legs off me to frantically tug at her leggings, yanking her pants and underwear down in two quick movements. I struggle for a second to get them off her shapely legs and she chuckles as she watches me wrestle with her clothes.

“Fucking pants,” I mutter as I get her leggings and underwear around her ankles. “Should be illegal to be so goddamn tight.”

“Like you’re complaining about the way they hug my ass.” Katerina’s eyes are heavy lidded, a smirk playing on her swollen lips as she watches me.

Fuck no, I’m not. Eventually I win the battle and I take in the sight of her bare lower half. The sight of her, disheveled and waiting, is enough to nearly unravel me.

Her hands work frantically at my shirt, pulling it free from my waistband. The scrape of her nails across my bare skin sends fire racing down my spine, and I groan as her palms flatten against my chest, exploring me with the same need I feel coursing through my veins.

The room fills with the sound of our mingled breaths, quick and shallow, and the whisper of fabric as it’s shed in haste. Her skin is soft beneath my hands, impossibly warm, and I take my time mapping every inch of her, savoring the way she gasps, the way her body moves beneath mine.

Katerina moans and tips her head back, which is all the encouragement I need. I yank her shirt up before removing it entirely along with her bra, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Her body is flush with arousal and her nipples harden even further under my gaze.

She lets out a shuddering gasp when my hands return to her breasts. She arches her back, which has the unintended—but not unfortunate—side effect of pushing her breasts further into my hands. Bowing my head to her chest, I lavish hot, open-mouth kisses on her body, starting on her sternum before moving toward her left breast.

“Nico,” she whimpers.

God, I’ll never get sick of hearing her saying my name. I have mercy on her, blowing over her sensitive nub before taking it into my mouth. The sharp contrast between the air of the library and my mouth causes Katerina to cry in pleasure. I hum in approval at the noise, the animalistic side of me wanting to hear exactly what I’m doing to her.

The pleasurable sounds. The cries. The screams. I want to hear how good I am making her feel. Her hands find their way into my hair again. One hand grips and tugs to make sure my mouth stays where it is, while her free hand strokes the hairs at the nape of my neck.

But that’s not allowed. I’m in charge. Growling, I reach out for her wrists, grabbing them and roughly pinning them against the floor.

To my delight, she is immediately pliant.

Satisfied, I gently scrape my teeth along her hardened nipple, from base to the tip. The shuddering gasps and moans of my name make it clear that she likes this. I detach my mouth from her left breast, kissing across her chest to lavish equal attention on its neglected twin.

My hips begin subconsciously rutting against her. Every pleasurable sound Katerina makes goes straight to my dick, and I need some fucking relief. But I hold myself back. I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t want this to end before it even begins or embarrass myself. I’ve been given a gift and I intend to utilize every inch of it.

Katerina protests when my mouth and hands leave her body altogether. She looks at me, her chest heaving, her erect nipples gleaming.

“Why did you stop?” she demands.

I smirk before forcing her legs open, leaving her utterly exposed to my hungry eyes. My fingers lightly dance around her thighs and lower stomach, always dancing closer to where she clearly wants me, but never quite there.

“Nico!” Katerina gasps, her hips thrusting up.

I can’t resist my fingers taking an occasional teasing swipe at her clit, causing her to hiss in pleasure.

Eventually, I stop my teasing as my right hand fully cups her entrance.