Chapter 19–CLAUDE

CLAUDE

Three days. Three fucking days.

My heat had taken hold of me, and Nikolai had been my anchor through every second of it. The heat, the sweat, the insatiable need—he had taken it all, consumed it, and matched me at every turn.

A choked moan escaped my lips, and Nikolai swallowed it, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his fingers worked my entrance with practiced precision. My hand shot out, gripping his ass, pulling him closer as if I could drag every inch of him into me.

"Fuck," I gasped, my head tilting back as his mouth found my jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked, hard enough to leave a mark.

He pulled back slightly, his lips swollen, his dark eyes hooded with lust as he looked down at me. The way he sprawled beside me, his body glistening with sweat, his cock rigid and pressed against my thigh, was enough to make my breath hitch.

"You good?" he asked, his voice rough and gravelly, but his fingers never stopped their teasing.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaky. I reached for him, my hands threading through his hair and dragging him on top of me.

Nikolai settled between my legs effortlessly, and I opened up for him, letting him press against me in all the ways I craved. His fingers slid free, leaving me empty and desperate, but before I could complain, his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in firm, teasing pulls.

My body arched into him, the sensitivity making me gasp. "Nik," I groaned, my voice pleading.

"Shh," he murmured against my lips. His other hand gripped his cock, guiding it to my entrance, and I held my breath as the thick head pressed against me.

He didn't hesitate. With one smooth thrust, Nikolai sank into me, and the stretch, the fullness, sent a shudder rippling through my entire body.

"Fuck," we groaned in unison, the sound echoing in the space around us.

Nikolai leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was all-consuming. His hips moved, slowly at first, and I felt every inch of him as he withdrew and pushed back in, deeper each time.

"I can't get enough of you, Claude," he growled against my lips, his voice low and full of hunger.

"Then don't stop," I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders as if I could anchor him to me.

He pulled back slightly, his dark hair falling across his forehead as his gaze locked on mine. "You're fucking insatiable," he hissed, his hips snapping forward in a powerful thrust that stole my breath.

I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips, even as I gasped for air. My hands slid up, brushing his hair back from his face, and the way he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine and had my heart beating a little to fast.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and Nikolai responded by gripping my hips, angling me so he could sink in to the hilt. The new angle had me arching off the bed, my fingers digging into his skin.

"Fuck, Nikolai," I moaned, my voice breaking.

His pace picked up, his thrusts hard and faster, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through me. Sweat dripped down his temple, and I leaned up, licking the salty trail from his skin before biting down on his shoulder.

"Harder," I demanded, and Nikolai growled in response, his hips slamming into me with bruising force.

My vision blurred as the pleasure built, moving higher and higher until I was nothing but sensation, every nerve in my body alight. Nikolai's hand slid between us again, wrapping around my cock, stroking me in a rhythm that matched his deep thrusts.

"Fuck," I gasped, my body arching beneath him.

And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled out, leaving me empty and trembling. Before I could protest, his strong hands gripped my hips, flipping me onto my stomach.

"Up," he commanded, his voice rough, feral.

My body moved on instinct, pushing up onto my hands and knees. His hands stayed firm on my hips, pulling me back against him as he lined himself up and slid inside me again, deeper this time, the angle sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

"Christ," Nikolai groaned, his hips snapping forward, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

My fingers curled into the sheets as I buried my face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from my lips. But Nikolai wasn't having it.

"No, let me hear you," he rasped, one hand leaving my hip to grip the back of my neck, pulling me up until my back was arched against his chest.

I cried out, my head falling back onto his shoulder as his free hand slid around to stroke me again. My body clenched around him, and his pace stuttered, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"You feel so fucking good," he said, his breath hot against my ear as he pounded into me.

"Faster," I choked out, my voice breaking, and he didn't hesitate. His hand tightened on my cock, his hips slamming into me with a force that had my knees threatening to give out.

I was teetering on the edge, my entire body burned tight with release. "Nik, I'm—"

But before I could finish, he pulled out again, and I whimpered at the loss. He turned me onto my back, not giving me a moment to catch my breath before he hooked my legs over his shoulders and slid back inside me in one smooth motion.

The new position had me seeing stars, his thrusts hitting something deep inside me that had me clawing at his arms, desperate for more.

"You can take it," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to my jaw.

My legs shook, my hands gripping his biceps as I met his thrusts, every nerve in my body on fire. I was so close, the pressure unbearable, and Nikolai must have seen it in my face because he slowed, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulled out once more.

I blinked up at him, confused and desperate for a release, but he just smiled—a dark, sinful smile—and sat back against the headboard.

"Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I didn't need to be told twice. Crawling into his lap, I positioned myself over him, reaching back to guide him inside me.

The stretch was different this way, deeper, and I had to pause for a moment, my hands braced on his chest as I adjusted. Nikolai's hands slid up my thighs, gripping my hips as he watched me with an intensity that made my heart race.

"Fuck, you look good like this," he said, his voice a rough whisper.

I bit my lip, my eyes locked on his as I began to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down, taking him in to the hilt.

Nikolai's head fell back against the headboard, his hands tightening on my hips as he met my movements with upward thrusts. The angle had me crying out, my nails digging into his chest as I rode him harder, faster, chasing my release.

"Claude," he groaned my name, his voice strained as his hands slid up to grip my waist, guiding me as we moved together.

I was so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, and with one more thrust, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me.

My body tensed, my vision going white as I spilled across Nikolai's chest, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure slammed through me.

Nikolai wasn't far behind. With a guttural groan, he thrust up into me one last time, holding me down as he came, his body going rigid beneath me.

The world tilted, my head spinning as I collapsed against his chest, my breathing ragged. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the aftershocks rippled through us both.

"Claude?" he murmured, his voice soft and concerned.

But I was already slipping into unconsciousness, the exhaustion and satisfaction pulling me under.

"You're fucking perfect," was the last thing I heard, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.