Las Vegas, USA

K E I R A

It was the longest he'd let me kiss him without taking over and letting his aggression bleed through his kisses. Not this time though. This time, his lips remained soft against mine, his grip firm but adoring around my jaw and neck. Nothing like I'd gotten used to. He groaned as I pulled away, and touched his forehead with mine, his eyes alight with so many emotions, and for the first time, none of them were hate.

I traced his lips with my trembling fingertips, half-convinced it was a dream when he closed his lips against my fingertips, and butterflies fluttered inside my stomach. Wanting to lock this moment to memory, I closed my eyes, my hand still on his jaw, and my fingers on his lips.

"Keira, I need you to look at me, please."

My eyes fluttered open as if he was their master and I suppose in some ways he was, he played my body like his own piano, and like the keys that let him manipulate them into making the kind of melody he wanted, I surrendered too. Except, I didn't know which version of him would be holding me when I fell. The boy I fell in love with or the man who was insistent that he hated me.

"Little—" I pressed my lips to his, silencing him, and this time he took over, he kissed me like he was a man starved. His tongue licked my lips until I opened my mouth for him and then he made love to me as his hand on my neck moved down to my waist, pulling me closer, until there was nothing between us but our clothes. I met his invasion with the same fervor, our tongues knotted in a dance that they knew all too well.

Needing something more for the ache developing between my legs, my hands moved between us, and my fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.

Nikolai's hands covered mine, halting my movements, and I broke the kiss, tasting regret on my tongue instead of him. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was staring at me, his eyes still the same shade of slate gray with tiny speckles of blue breaking through had an indecipherable current to them that I couldn't figure out. Lead coated my tongue and my throat closed up, as tears at being rejected by him again stung my eyes. I turned my face away, breaking his gaze, and tried to take a step back, however, he didn't yield his hold on me. His fingers curled around my jaw as he made sure I had nowhere to look, but at him. His other hand still remained around my hands, and for the first time in eight years, I could feel all the calluses on his hands.

"I want nothing more than to take you, but not here," His gaze danced over my head, and I realized we were still in the same hotel room, I'd been staying in. The same room Ian Miller was sleeping in. A ghost of a smile turned his lips up as realization washed on me, and he forced my eyes back on him, "I don't want to fuck you tonight," I took in a sharp intake of breath, "I won't fuck you tonight," He shook his head, almost like he was entranced, or fighting a battle I'd never know about.

His hazy eyes focused on mine again, "I." He brushed his lips against mine, but before I could even feel the taste of him, he pulled away, "Do you remember when you asked me to give you one night?"

"Is this goodbye? Is that what you're here for?" I freed my hands from his and rammed my finger in his chest, "you shouldn't have bothered."

"Keira."
"I told you, Nikolai, I don't want you to keep breaking my heart."
"Why would I do that when breaking your heart shatters mine too?"
"Because you have grown fond of the way it hurts you."

A laugh escaped me as his arm around my waist tightened and he tugged me closer, my finger the only thing between us. I stood on my toes, my neck tilted so I could hold his gaze. My laughter died between us at the unfathomable intensity of his gaze. It was almost like staring into an abyss, perpetual darkness, however, the mystique of whatever was lurking beneath kept me wanting more, even if I knew that more would eventually kill me. He looked at me like he wanted me to feel his anger and it lacerated me, but he also looked at me like he wanted me to save him, and how could I deny him that when my heart had chosen his as its poison of choice? I'd keep giving him pieces of me until I was nothing, and that's what scared me.

"Why are you here, Niko?"
"Keira." He shook his head, almost fighting with himself.

"Tell me. You've told me you hate me." I shoved him back, and I didn't know if it was the surprise that made him stumble or if he was letting me push him. "You've told me you wanted me to die then why are you here?" Shove. "I left you with the perfect excuse to never see my face again!" Shove. "Why—"

My words ended on a half sob as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me to his chest, "Because I don't hate you, dammit!"

He closed his eyes, burying his face into the crook of my neck, as his spine shook with his erratic breathing. "I can't hate you." He whispered in my skin, so soft, it was almost like a lover's caress, and my fingers found their way into his hair, holding him closer.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Nikolai pulled back, "I want you to surrender to me," He shook his head to stop me from speaking, "I know I have no right to ask that from you, I know that, but fuck..."

"Niko, I never picked up any arms against you. It's you who's been fighting me,"

He sighed, "When I said I didn't want to just fuck you tonight, I meant to ask you if you'd let me have you,"

"Where do we stand in the morning then? Are you going to leave again?"

He brushed his fingers under my eyes, wiping what I'd think were tears, which was insane since I didn't even know I was crying. "Don't ask me that right now,"

It was a bad idea, I knew it, but if I was going to ruin myself, I'd rather it was him that destroyed me. So I took his lips with mine and kissed him with all my tumultuous feelings as an answer. He didn't need anything else as he led me out of the room, to his, right next to mine. Before I even knew what was happening, he had the door closed with his foot and pinned me to the door, all while his lips never left mine.

He ducked his head, his lips brushing against my neck, so softly, that I almost thought I was imagining it. He opened his mouth and kissed me right above my pulse before tracing the column of my neck with kisses that had me seeing stars and my fingers tightening in his hair as the incessant need for more grew inside me. My arm tightened around his shoulder as a moan slipped through my lips. Nikolai turned to look at me, his heady gaze on mine as once again he closed his lips around my pulse, except this time his teeth grazed against my flesh before he sucked it into his mouth, tattooing himself onto my skin all over again.

"Are you wet for me?" His voice vibrated against the column of my neck as he moved his attention towards my tits. Before doing so, he got a knife out of his pocket cut the neckline, pocketed the knife, and ripped the rest of the fabric down. Before I could even process what was going on, he closed his lips around my nipple and my head fell against the door as I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Don't. You've never been shy with your pleasure, little wolf, don't start now," He grinned before biting my nipple, and this time I couldn't hold back my moan. My fingers went to his hair, tangling in them as I pushed my nipple in his mouth, "Get rid of your jeans," He ordered as he pinched my other nipple, watching as I struggled with opening my jeans. I sighed when they finally went down and I stepped out of them.

My breath got caught in my throat when I watched Nikolai drop to his knees in front of me, he pulled my leg over his shoulder and he ripped my panties, the fabric leaving a sting that made me shiver as it gave way to his ministrations. My fingers tightened in his hair and his name left my lips like a prayer. He brushed his tongue against my pussy and I felt my leg trembling as a strangled moan left my lips. Nikolai groaned against my pussy, "Fuck, I missed your sweet, soaking cunt."

He circled my clit with his tongue as he entered a finger inside my pussy and black dots danced in my vision as pleasure swirled inside me, taking me under the most beautiful of hazes. He moved his finger in unison with his tongue, entering a second finger when I started tugging at his hair harshly. He made love to my pussy with his tongue for the first time in eight years and the divinity of the sensation was enough to make me think that I was in heaven. His tongue joined his fingers inside my pussy and I clenched against him as I felt my limbs lose control.

Nikolai brought his attention back towards my clit, lightly grazing his teeth over it in a way he knew drove me crazy. He tilted his head to look me in eye, smirking as my thighs trembled over his shoulders and he entered a third finger inside me. My breath got caught in my throat as pleasure exploded inside me, pulsed in my blood and I closed my eyes, letting the wave take me under. Nikolai didn't stop though, he said something I couldn't make out in my current state, but he bit the inside of my thigh, stealing my attention again.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, little wolf, and one taste of this sweet cunt that is soaking my mouth and fingers isn't enough." My mouth hung open as he tightened his hold on my thighs, this time sucking my folds into his mouth.

He moved his tongue with the precision of a musician, playing a tone that always hinted at, but never quite reached the crescendo. "Open your eyes, little wolf."

I barely managed to open my eyes, and when I did, I realized I was no longer standing, and my back was touching something soft. I looked around to realize that he'd brought us to the bed. Nikolai was hovering over me, his eyes ablaze with the same phantom that burned inside me. His lips crashed down on mine as he plundered everything that I was from me. "Don't look away," He whispered, pulling away as he freed his cock and fisted it in his palm. Precum leaked from its angry head and I wiggled, both of us hissing when his hardness touched my soaking pussy.

My mouth fell open in a silent scream as he moved his cock through my slit, the wetness from my pussy covering his cock, but he didn't enter me. I couldn't breathe as I watched him torture me, my skin sizzling with need.

"Nikolai stop torturing me," He moved his eyes away from my pussy and back towards my face as he traced the wetness between us with his finger, singing my already sensitive pussy. I moaned when he rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, humping his cock. He didn't give me a warning as he entered me in one go, I moved up the bed and my back arched off the bed as he pressed his lips against my neck, his eyes still on mine.

Nikolai pulled away and thrust back inside me with a slow stroke that made me feel every inch of him, filling me. My arms went around his shoulder as my nails dug into his beck, needing him closer. He pulled my leg over his hip, giving himself more room as he established a rhythm that had me seeing stars. He took my lips between his teeth, lacing his kisses with violence that melted my insides. His thrusts are just the right amount of violence like we're warring but not quite. He pulled out completely, his mouth open on mine, and then thrust back inside me, the sound of my arousal unmistakable. My pussy clenched and he groaned, slamming back inside me so deep, so slow that I can't help but close my eyes.

He kissed my lips and turned us around so I was sitting on top of him, my hands flat on his chest sweaty chest. His eyes glistened with something I couldn't recognize as he stared at where his cock entered my folds and his fingers came to play with my clit, making me throw my head back as shivers ran through my body.

"Ride me," I moved at his command, moaning when his fingers pinched my nipples, making my eyes snap open. Nikolai's hands went to my hair as I established a rhythm, rotating my hips and moving on his cock. He freed my hair from the bun and the cascaded down my back in rivulets as he pulled me forward and my nipples brushed against the crisp material of the shirt that he was still wearing. My hair fell around our faces like curtains, and I brushed my lips against his as I moved my hips against his "Fuck, I missed you so damn much,"

The words left his lips and tears stung my eyes as my heart rammed against my chest. These words coming from him were like I'd been revived after ages and ages of being dead because every time before this that he'd been inside me, I'd missed him while he was fucking me. The bed creaked as I increased my pace, and Nikolai matched my pace, his hips driving his cock inside me.

"Fuck, your cunt is strangling me," He groaned as I sank deeper on him. My vision blurred with tears as it became overwhelming to be this close to him without having him say something mean to me. His hand came against my ass, and I gasped, my eyes opening wide. "That's it. Stay with me when I'm inside you."

He never gave me a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against mine, his finger pinching my clit as he drove into me harder. I was lightheaded on his taste, the smell of his musky cologne. I was dying, but it had never felt this good. The knot inside my belly coiled and exploded and he swallowed all of my moans with his mouth, he wrote poetry no one but him was privy to with his lips on mine, his hand caressing my flesh, and both of us connected in the most primal of ways possible. I just hoped that when morning came it wouldn't all turn out to be a dream... Or a nightmare..

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