NIKOLAI
I pulled back, enough to look at his face, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him impossibly closer.
"Ah, f**k, too deep," he groaned, face twisted, his voice raw, breathless.
The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing, our bodies still locked together. His eyes met mine, and there was something there. Something that made my gut twist.
"Too deep?" I asked, dragging out of him in a slow, torturous motion. "But I plan to go even deeper, to brand you in every f*****g possible way." I hissed the words against his lips before thrusting back in, my fingers digging into his hip, holding him in place.
Claude's breath hitched, his lashes fluttering as his head tipped back. His lips parted, his body tightening around me. He felt good. Too f*****g good.
I leaned
