NIKOLAI
For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t wake with the sensation of my lungs caving in, a loss of will to live, a darkness choking me to the point I wasn’t certain whether or not I was drowning. I woke to a stillness. And something else. A pull, a heat curling in my gut, a raw, aching hunger that had nothing to do with survival.
For the first time in months, my focus had shifted to how stiff my morning wood was—swollen with what had to be every drop of blood in my body. I groaned. I didn’t masturbate much these days, but, boginya moya, my d**k was hard and desperate for some attention.
I shifted onto my back, only to realize my arm was pinned down by something warm. Something solid. I forced my lids open, only to be met with a mess of dark hair spilling over my arm, her
