eased the ache and escalated it as he penetrated and thrust, his palm providing more of that glorious friction against her clit. Panting, she couldn’t keep from moving her hips and urging more. Inside, her body tightened around his finger.
“Mmm, yes.” Licking his lips and drilling his intense, flaring gaze into her eyes, he added a second finger.
Kate moaned at the fullness, reveled in it, wanted more—even if her desire scared her. The thought was fleeting. His fingers moved in and out of her in a shallow quick pattern that rocketed all her energy downward, then detonated in a brilliant explosion of light and heat that sent her flying, falling, floating outside herself.
Hanging on the bars, her whole body sagged against him, her weight falling onto his hand between her legs and his chest. She was dimly aware of the approving growl rumbling from deep in his throat.
He wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her hair, gently pulling her head back so he could claim her mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of the promise of more to come. And despite the fact that the room spun around her and she couldn’t control the pace or volume of her breathing, more was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t wait to have the chance to bring him the same incredible ecstasy he’d given her.
Nikolai pulled his hand from between her legs, but didn’t leave her skin. Still under the stretched fabric of her panties, his big, warm grip slid around to grasp the naked curve of her hip. His fingers were wet where they dug into her ass, but she couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not after he’d shown her the pleasure her body was capable of experiencing. He broke the kiss with a gleam in his eye. A cocky smile played around the corners of his mouth. As infuriatingly smug as it was, he wore the good humor so well she could only find it sexy.
“Katya, I—”
An exaggerated cleared throat sounded from just down the stone corridor outside her cell. “My lord, Anton awaits you in the security booth.”
Kate sucked in a breath. But neither the voice nor the intrusion of the reality that others probably knew what was going on in here were the most alarming thing. Not by far.
Nikolai flew back from her, eyes and head averted as if he’d done something wrong. Breathing hard and scowling, he bent down and retrieved both their shirts. When he stood up, he held her sweater out to her, but didn’t look her in the eye.
In almost slow motion, Kate released her hands from the bars, just now realizing Nikolai’s actions had frozen her into a spectator as she tried to decipher the marked change in his mood. The moment her hand clutched the soft blue of her sweater, tears pricked the backs of her eyes. She clutched the cotton to her chest. “Nikolai—”
“Don’t,” he snapped, his voice low and tight. He yanked his shirt over his head, hiding those beautiful tattoos, hiding himself, from her gaze. “For God’s sake, clothe yourself.”
Blinking repeatedly to pinch off the threatening tears, Kate slipped back into her sweater. She tugged at the zipper to her jeans, but it wouldn’t budge. Had he broken it? She buttoned the top and stretched her sweater downward to make herself decent.
For the first time since her orgasm, when he’d worn that beautiful little smile she’d thought so appealing, Nikolai met her gaze. His was cold, distant, disgusted. He stepped up to her and glared. When his eyes flickered to the door and back, she realized she was standing in front of it. He was waiting for her to move so he could leave.
Her face flamed hot and her heart thundered mortification through her veins. Biting her tongue to restrain the apology she almost uttered, Kate took three steps backward, clearing the door and putting lots of space between them. Space he apparently wanted.
Nikolai reached through the bar and turned the key hanging in the lock. He pulled the door open and, without looking back, without another word, stalked out of the
“Mmm, yes.” Licking his lips and drilling his intense, flaring gaze into her eyes, he added a second finger.
Kate moaned at the fullness, reveled in it, wanted more—even if her desire scared her. The thought was fleeting. His fingers moved in and out of her in a shallow quick pattern that rocketed all her energy downward, then detonated in a brilliant explosion of light and heat that sent her flying, falling, floating outside herself.
Hanging on the bars, her whole body sagged against him, her weight falling onto his hand between her legs and his chest. She was dimly aware of the approving growl rumbling from deep in his throat.
He wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her hair, gently pulling her head back so he could claim her mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of the promise of more to come. And despite the fact that the room spun around her and she couldn’t control the pace or volume of her breathing, more was exactly what she wanted. She couldn’t wait to have the chance to bring him the same incredible ecstasy he’d given her.
Nikolai pulled his hand from between her legs, but didn’t leave her skin. Still under the stretched fabric of her panties, his big, warm grip slid around to grasp the naked curve of her hip. His fingers were wet where they dug into her ass, but she couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not after he’d shown her the pleasure her body was capable of experiencing. He broke the kiss with a gleam in his eye. A cocky smile played around the corners of his mouth. As infuriatingly smug as it was, he wore the good humor so well she could only find it sexy.
“Katya, I—”
An exaggerated cleared throat sounded from just down the stone corridor outside her cell. “My lord, Anton awaits you in the security booth.”
Kate sucked in a breath. But neither the voice nor the intrusion of the reality that others probably knew what was going on in here were the most alarming thing. Not by far.
Nikolai flew back from her, eyes and head averted as if he’d done something wrong. Breathing hard and scowling, he bent down and retrieved both their shirts. When he stood up, he held her sweater out to her, but didn’t look her in the eye.
In almost slow motion, Kate released her hands from the bars, just now realizing Nikolai’s actions had frozen her into a spectator as she tried to decipher the marked change in his mood. The moment her hand clutched the soft blue of her sweater, tears pricked the backs of her eyes. She clutched the cotton to her chest. “Nikolai—”
“Don’t,” he snapped, his voice low and tight. He yanked his shirt over his head, hiding those beautiful tattoos, hiding himself, from her gaze. “For God’s sake, clothe yourself.”
Blinking repeatedly to pinch off the threatening tears, Kate slipped back into her sweater. She tugged at the zipper to her jeans, but it wouldn’t budge. Had he broken it? She buttoned the top and stretched her sweater downward to make herself decent.
For the first time since her orgasm, when he’d worn that beautiful little smile she’d thought so appealing, Nikolai met her gaze. His was cold, distant, disgusted. He stepped up to her and glared. When his eyes flickered to the door and back, she realized she was standing in front of it. He was waiting for her to move so he could leave.
Her face flamed hot and her heart thundered mortification through her veins. Biting her tongue to restrain the apology she almost uttered, Kate took three steps backward, clearing the door and putting lots of space between them. Space he apparently wanted.
Nikolai reached through the bar and turned the key hanging in the lock. He pulled the door open and, without looking back, without another word, stalked out of the
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