Page 61 of Doubts & Fears

My bedroom had always been my private retreat, a refuge from the chaos that was our life. I knew every corner—the chipped paint that needed touching up on the wall next to the closet, the way the light filtered through the curtains in the morning. It was a place of familiarity, a place of complete solace. And for the first time ever, I was going to be sharing it with a woman.

Kinsley lay in my bed, her features softened by the light coming from the cracked bathroom door. She slept with a light on. Was that for me or her? Her breathing was steady and soft. The rhythm of it had me itching to join her, to match it and find a semblance of calm. But a shower was in order.

It would serve two purposes: clean the stink of death off and allow me to stroke my cock. Hell, the minute I walked through the front door, it got hard. Seeing her now had me in pain. But keeping my promise to Alek was important.

Twenty minutes later, a significant feeling of relief had me levelheaded once more. I settled onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. Without thinking, I reached my hand out and brushed it against her cheek.

Her skin was warm beneath my touch. I shifted closer and situated myself against the headboard. Delicately, so as not to wake her, I pulled her onto my lap to straddle me. She automatically snuggled into my body, her legs on either side of mine. My heart stilled, and an incredible sense of peace washed over me.

Several minutes later, her serenity shifted as her brow furrowed in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered under her lids and her fingers twitched. Without warning, she awoke with a start and pulled away, struggling to get free. I tightened my arms around her.

“Let me go.” Fear laced her voice.

“Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” I spoke in a soothing but firm tone. “You were dreaming.” I trailed my hands up and down her back.

She settled down immediately, and several minutes passed. “What time is it?”

“Late,” I sighed.

She took deep, even breaths against my chest.

“What were you dreaming about?” I wasn’t surprised when she shook her head in answer. “We’re back to this again, I see. You’re so hardheaded. I wasn’t going to do this, but it looks like you need another lesson on who’s in charge.”

I gently removed the T-shirt she was wearing, the one I’d put on her earlier. As she crossed her arms in front, blocking out my view, I couldn’t help but be amused by her actions.

“We talked about this,” I scolded. “You’re not a very good listener.”

The blush on her face was everything as I grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head. Her heavy, full breasts were mine tonight, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful they were. Her breathing came in sharply, and her nipples hardened as I continued to stare.

“So fucking responsive, baby girl,” I whispered. “I’m going to let your hands go. Donotcover your body. Do you understand me?”

She nodded and looked down. I grabbed her hair and yanked, bringing her face up. I needed to see her eyes. Instead, my lips found hers, and I kissed her deeply. She tried to push me away, but there was nowhere for her to go. My cock, despite me strangling it earlier in the shower, grew hard once again. It strained against the warmth of her pussy.

Desire coursed through me; kissing her left me feeling wild and carnal every time. She was breathing hard as I relentlessly explored every part of her mouth with my tongue.

I let her hair go and pulled back, giving her a break. But I held her face, running my thumb over her swollen lips before my hands moved, having a mind of their own. They found her hips, and I rocked her gently against me.

“Nikolai, please. We shouldn’t.” She tried to move again.

“Don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” I grabbed her hands and put them on my chest before pushing her back on my legs so she no longer felt me against her. “Put your hands on your thighs and don’t move them.”

She moved to obey, a look of desperate confusion crossing her lovely features. I stroked her soft stomach using my fingertips. Then I trailed them up her rib cage until they settled around and moved between her breasts. Taking care not to touch her nipples or breasts, I caressed her.

“God, I could look at these all day. You have lovely titties. Your nipples are so pink.” I pushed them together from the sides, rolling them in my hands. “You like that, baby girl?”

“It’s incredible, the sensation. Your fingers are so light and feathery,” she murmured.

I continued circling her breasts, getting closer to her areolas. I massaged them gently, then gave each one a little squeeze before I traced the outer edges of her areolas, forgoing her nipples. I’d save that for later. Right now, I was enjoying watching her react to my hands on her body.

“Oh god. We really shouldn’t,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.

With her breathing coming in hard and her face flushed, I finally moved my fingers over her erect nipples. She moaned, calling my name out. Fascinated by her, I rubbed increasingly faster and harder. She cried out in pleasure when I pinched her nipples, varying the degree of sharpness.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked again.

Instead of answering, she arched her back and pressed her tits into my hands. The harder the pinch, the more she squirmed. Her hands dug into the flesh of her thighs as she held on to them for dear life.

Her breath turned to gasps as I drew her closer to the edge. Twisting ever so slightly, I pulled on her nipples, making her cry out. I backed off and went back to light, feathery strokes again, outlining her breasts.

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