Nikolai ran his fingers along your wrist, pressing lightly, as if testing how hard he could squeeze before you felt that border between tenderness and thirst. He leaned closer, his hot breath touching your neck.

"You have no idea how crazy you drive me…" his voice was low, husky, penetrating under the skin.

His lips found your collarbone, leaving a wet trail behind them. Nikolai acted slowly, as if savoring every moment. He ran his palms along your back, outlining the curves of your body, and then abruptly pressed you to himself. His chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing ragged.

You felt his fingers sneaking under the fabric of your clothes, barely touching your skin, causing goosebumps. Each of his gestures was full of greed, but also amazing tenderness. He didn't tear the fabric, he didn't rush - he wanted to feel you completely, to know every line, every breath.

"Tell me you want this," he ran his lips along your ear, his fingers slid along your thigh.

The night was hot, the air in the room was scorching, but it was nothing compared to the fire between you.