I’m trying to breathe, trying to keep myself steady as Nikolai’s lips trace slow, soft kisses down my stomach. “Don’t worry,” he whispers against my skin, his voice a low murmur that makes me shiver. “I’ll wait. You’ll stay a virgin for now, but I’m going to show you what I can do to you.”
The words send a flutter of nervous anticipation through me. I don’t want to be touched like this, not yet, but there’s a part of me that’s curious, that wants to know what he’s talking about. His hands move, sliding over my skin, and I feel a heat blooming in places I didn’t know existed.
I know I’m not perfect. My body isn’t flawless; there are lumps and bumps, things I used to care about but don’t anymore. Not since I married Nikolai. Until then, I hadn’t paid much attention to what society said abo
