Page 99 of When Storms Ruin

He chuckled against me, the sound sending a vibration through my core. He slid a finger inside of me and continued to work me with his tongue, the feeling sending a rush of heat across my skin.

I was so close to the edge, about to go soaring over. Nik’s touch undid me, and I writhed beneath him.

“Nik I—” but my words were cut off as I went tumbling over the edge, my hands fisted in the sheets as I cried out, my head thrown back.

Wave after wave of pleasure pulled me under, and I bit my lip as his movements slowed. Nik lifted his head, licking his lips with a wicked smile. He licked each of his fingers, his eyes smoldering as they held mine.

“My turn,” I replied, sitting up and pushing him back against the bed.

His smile deepened as I straddled him, the center of me grinding into him. I kissed his neck, biting him gently as I moved down to his shoulder. My hardened nipples grazed against his chest as I ran my fingers along his abdomen, planting soft kisses in a trail towards his navel, my lips lingering on the scar that almost took his life.

My fingers hooked under the lip of his underwear, and I slid them off. He sprang free, and my mouth parted in surprise. He was bigger than I expected. I licked my hand before grabbing the length of him, my eyes on his.

At the first touch, his hips bucked against me, and he let out a soft moan, his head propped on his bent arm as he watched me. I slid my hand from base to tip, smearing the bead of liquid there with a grin.

“Wicked little witch,” he hissed, his eyes darkening.

My hand slid back and forth over him as I lowered my mouth to his skin, planting a trail of kisses across his stomach. My eyes were on his as my mouth found him, my tongue flicking over the tip of him, tasting him.

“Diana,” he growled, his hand in my hair.

“Do you like that?” I asked, my eyes blazing with desire.

“There isnothingI could love more,” he replied, his voice raspy as he watched me.

“Nothing?” my smile was sinful as I closed my mouth around him, taking more of him.

I used my hand to work him simultaneously, and Nik ran a hand through his hair before he fisted it in the sheets, his eyes never leaving mine.

I savored the salty taste of him and closed my eyes as I moved my mouth over him, taking as much of him as I could. Nik’s hand moved from the sheets to my hair, where he held firmly but gently as he guided my head over him.

I lifted my head, my eyes on his as I licked my lips, just as he had.

“You are going toundo me,” he growled as he grabbed me and flipped me over to lie on my back.

“I like the taste of you,” I whispered, digging my fingernails into his back as he pressed against me.

I could feel his hard length against my thigh, and I reached between us to grab hold of it again. I moaned as he thrust his hips against me, sliding his length over my core and the wetness there.

“So wet for me,” he crooned, his forehead against mine.

I lined him up with my center and my wide eyes met his.

“Are you sure, Diana?” he asked, his voice gentle, his breath smelling of cinnamon as it fanned across my face.

I nodded, my other hand moving to cup his cheek. “I’m sure. I wantall of you, Nikolai.”

His eyes gleamed as he looked down at me. “I love you, Diana.”

“I’m yours,” I replied, releasing my hand from his length as he slowly pushed into me.

There was a pressure, then a sharp pain, my thighs gripping against him, my nails on his back. He stayed like that without moving, filling me, waiting for me to adjust to the feel of him inside of me. I ran my hands through his hair as I held his gaze. A calmness settled over me, as if there was nothing morerightin the world.

Nik and I together.

I nodded softly, and he began to move, the pain becoming a dull ache, then disappearing entirely as I became accustomed to the feel of him. His strokes were gentle at first, but as I began to moan against him and dig my nails into his back, he quickened his pace. His hands were planted on either side of me, his face buried in my shoulder as he tasted my skin.

I squeezed my thighs against him as his movements turned to pleasure, the feel of him inside of me sending a hot wave coursing through me. I buried my hands in his hair as he kissed my neck, my jaw, my ear, my cheek. His mouth found mine again, and he kissed me ravenously, biting at my lips as I cried out.

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