Gentle hands

Ophelia felt terror flood out of her spirit and breathed a sigh of relief as Nikolai's chest, which was pushing directly against hers, released the pressure. She almost screamed as she felt intense heat overtake her entire body as he lay unconscious on top of her, his massive, fit body pressing against her small, frail body.

She shoved him to the side of the bed to save her own life, and was ever grateful for her fortitude. She was able to make him lay comfortably on the bed. She took her time gazing at him. His chest was gradually rising and falling, and his dark hair was sprayed across the bed like a sleeping beauty. Goddess! This being was an incredible piece of artwork. His sleeping visage radiated complete contentment and real tranquility. Without his psychotic smiles and seductive smiles... Ophelia was glad that he was actually breathing.