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But no matter how deep I searched within myself, I found no fear. So I shook my head, guiding his hand higher up my thigh.

“Don’t stop,amoremio.”

Nikolai

My lips found hers again before my pathetic brain could even process her words.Amoremio. My damn heart pounded against my temples, my thoughts, my ideas—all blending together, and damn, I loved it.

My fingers slid down to the edges of her panties, and a tingling sensation spread through them. I traced the seam slowly, ready to stop at any moment, waiting for the slightest sign from Selina to put an end to it. But instead, her hand, buried in my hair, pulled me even closer to her.

Blyat.

I reached her core—hot, wet, for me. She moaned when my fingers pressed gently, and she leaned back slightly, her head tilting, eyes closed, breath erratic. May God have mercy on me—I would have given my arm to witness that vision every day of my miserable life.

Her long neck was exposed, and I took full advantage, running my nose along her throat, leaving soft kisses in my way before trailing up to her ear. I stopped the slow circles I had beentracing between her thighs, and her plaintive whimper made me smirk.

“Selina,” I murmured against her ear as she gripped my wrist, urging me to continue, but I remained still.

“Nikolai, please,” she begged, breathless, and despite every primal instinct in me screaming to make her come so hard neither of us would ever forget the sound of her cry, I held back.

“Promise me, Selina. Promise me you’ll never pull a stunt like that behind my back again. Swear it to me.”

I hesitated when I felt her tense against me. I shouldn’t have brought this up now—not during our first real touch.

“Nikolai Ivanov, if you don’t make me come in the next few seconds, I swear I’ll strangle you,” she said, still breathless but firm.

For a moment, I was stunned into silence. Then a low chuckle escaped me. How stupid I had been to think, even for a second, that Selina Floros was fragile and weak.

“Promise me,Solnychko,” I repeated, giving her a playful slap against her core that made her jolt and gasp.

“Nikolai !”

“Promise me,” I said again, rubbing my nose behind her ear—a gesture that carried weight, a meaning I knew she understood when she tried to pull back and look at me. But I held her firmly against me.

“I can’t live without you, Selina. Not anymore. Never again will you put yourself in danger like that. Swear it to me.”

I nipped at her throat, and she shivered as I resumed my slow, teasing circles between her thighs. “Nikolai, I… I promise I won’t do anything dangerous without telling you,” she finallyground out through clenched teeth, and I chuckled again. A half-promise. I’d take it—for now.

My fingers picked up their pace, and Selina began to tremble, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me flush against her as I softly sucked the spot where her pulse pounded wildly.

“Nikolai !”

“That’s it,Solnychko, come for me,” I whispered—and she did. A sob escaped her lips as the orgasm crashed over her, forcing my name from her mouth again, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Khoroshayadevochka(good girl).”

Chapter thirty

Selina

The boys’ laughter woke me up. I barely opened my eyes, wincing as the bright sunlight streaming through the window blinded me. A deep chuckle near my ear made me jolt, just as the strong arms wrapped around my waist and chest tightened, pulling me closer against Nikolai’s warm body.

“Good morning, my sweetSolnychko,” he murmured, his nose gliding from my neck to my shoulder, where he gently nibbled, sending shivers down my spine.

“Good morning,amoremio,” I replied, turning my face toward his to place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled before his lips captured mine in a slow, lingering kiss, and I let out a small sigh as the memories of last night flooded my mind. Ever since that first time on his desk, there had been many more. And when we finally became one, I had never felt so alive. He had been gentle, patient, listening to my every need, putting me first in ways I had never thought possible.

It had been perfect. Everything was perfect. Every night had been a new discovery, a new lesson in pleasure, each moment more intense than the last. He never rushed, never took without giving, always making sure I felt safe, treasured… loved.

Tears welled up in my eyes just thinking about it. “Hey… what’s wrong ?” Nikolai asked, his voice low with concern. His hand, which had been resting over my heart, moved up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin.

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