I woke up to the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our cozy cottage. Nikolai lay beside me, his expression serene even in sleep, his arms wrapped around me in a protective embrace. Despite the seriousness that always seemed to linger in his features, there was a softness to him now, a vulnerability that made my heart ache with tenderness.
As I gently traced the curve of his lips with my fingertips, memories of his whispered endearments from the night before flooded my mind. The intimacy we shared was overwhelming, a constant hunger that could never truly be satisfied. The amount of intimacy we were having would suggest that we were not wolves but rabbits in heat, but it was no use. Neither I nor was he satisfied by it. The need to constantl
