I'll forever be pissed that I lost the perfect opportunity to not be able to stretch their first time till chapter 69. 😠😖

His lips curved into a devilish smile. "You have no fucking idea that I'm the one who needs you more, Angel."

He leaned back, his knees resting on either side of my thighs as he looked down at me. With his eyes locked with mine, he slowly unfastened his tie. The action was so simple yet so arousing.

His dark gaze burned into my skin as I struggled a little underneath him, "Stay still," he ordered, and I stopped moving immediately.

I felt my heart beating in my ears and throat, and my whole body heated up. He pulled off his tie in a swift movement, and from the sound of it, an icy shudder swept through my veins.

His cold, acidic expression scared me, but at the same time, I wanted him so damn bad. I couldn't understand how one could feel both of these emotions simultaneously.

The next was his belt; I watched his fingers as he slowly unbuckled his belt, his eyes locked on my face. It annoyed me and made me impatient with how much time he was taking. I needed him; can't he see that?

He pulled the belt out of the loops and tossed it aside too. When he wasn't expecting it, I slid out from underneath him. I got to my knees and cupped his face with both of my hands, pulling him in for another kiss.

It made it easier for me to touch him as we both were kneeling before each other. My hands traveled down his body, tugging the bottom of his shirt out of his pants. His hands went to my shoulder as he slid the straps of my dress down my arms roughly, snapping one of the straps while doing so.

He pulled back from my lips, and his gaze dropped down to my body, sending a shiver through my veins. Heat pooled between my legs, making me rub my thighs together. I was still wearing my underwear and a bra, but his heated lust-filled gaze set every single nerve ending of my body on fire. 

He completely took off my dress, pulling it out from underneath my knees before flinging it aside with his tie and belt.

He wasn't kissing me anymore, and neither was he touching me. His dark gaze took in every single inch of me. He ran his thumb over his lower lip, and then both of his hands roughly grabbed onto my waist, tugging me closer.

I looked at his face while all of his attention was on my body like he had seen it for the first time. His hands slowly glided down my sides. He simply stroked my skin; my hand fisted his shirt from over his shoulder while the other traveled into his hair again.

He caressed my body like he loved every single curve.

He lowered his hand and grabbed my ass, landing a harsh slap that made me flinch a little. A moan bubbled up from my throat as he did it again.

With my impatient fingers, I pushed off his shirt from his shoulders. I glided my hands down his body, tracing his washboard abs before I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his pants.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head to the side before he nipped and sucked my neck, collarbone, and the top of my breasts.

It was all happening so fast; our hands were all over each other. My nails scratched his skin a few times in between, but he only groaned in approval.

His one hand wrapped my hair around his fist while the other snapped open my bra from behind with a single click. He did it so fast, so effortlessly, that I couldn't help but think how many bras this man had opened in his lifetime.

He roughly tugged it off my body, tossing it aside with the rest of our discarded clothes.

I palmed his considerably sizeable erection from over his pants and rubbed it up and down.

He let out a rough growl as his eyes traveled to my hand, working over his erection.

Without wasting any more time, he ripped apart the lacy black panties I had worn with only one hand. The sound of lacy material being ripped resounded around us.

And then his rough, firm hand was between my legs, cupping my core aggressively and eagerly.

I moaned, and my eyes rolled back into my head. His fist in my hair is holding me in place.

"Open your eyes," he ordered

I moaned softly before I tried opening my heavy-lidded eyes. "Nik..."

He glided two of his finger up and down my folds, spreading the wetness before plunging them inside of me.

"Ah!" my head fell on his shoulder to muffle my moans as his fingers worked up inside me, going faster and faster.

The movement of my hand over his cock faltered; I put my head on his shoulder as my knees went weak. I don't know if I can hold this position anymore. My thigh shook, shivered, and jerked as he picked up the pace.

The wet, sloppy sound of his finger plunging into my core resounded in the air. I rocked my hips against his hand.

Suddenly, I was flung on my back over the mattress as Nikolai hovered over me. The hand that was in my hair went to my neck, his fingers digging into the sides of my throat. At the same time, his other hand worked between my legs.

I closed my eyes once more and pressed my head back into the soft mattress; my toes curled as pressure started to build in my lower stomach.

His grip on my neck grew harder; both of my hands were on his wrist, holding onto him as he mercilessly fucked me with his fingers. His thumb found my clit; he pressed it down as his fingers went in and out... in and out...

"Oh, god! Nik, please...." my voice came out rough, harsh like I had been screaming for the last hour. "Please..."

My pressure became unbearable; my thighs shook my mind turned hazy as I exploded onto his fingers. A shudder filtered through my body, and warmth seeped into my veins as I came.

I heard the sound of his faint laughter before he pulled his fingers out and glided them up my body, leaving a wet trail over my stomach and between my breasts before plunging the same fingers into my mouth.

I sucked myself off his finger; he pulled them out and kissed me hard, brutally, and breathlessly.

There was nothing gentle about this man.

He finally let go of my throat to adjust my body underneath him. My hands went to his pants; I unbuttoned them before tugging them down his legs.

He knew my arm wasn't fully healed, so he helped me with it. He placed his hands over mine and slid out of his pants, taking his boxers along.

He grabbed his cock into his fists, stroking it slowly as he looked into my eyes. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, nipping it before sucking it into his mouth.

One hand stroked his length while the other groped my breast, his fingers twisting and turning my nipple, tugging them harshly. The delicious sensation spread through my body, and I softly ran my hand up and down his back.

He took both of my nipples into his mouth in turns. He pulled back and then landed a few gentle slaps, watching as they shook from his assault.

His hand then went back to my throat; he squeezed it, all the while looking into my eyes.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked his expression tense, his voice terse.

"You..." I breathed out with difficulty.

"You're mine?"

"Yes..."

I nodded slightly; my eyes started to water because of his burning fingers on the side of my neck.

"Say my name?"

"Nik..." my breathing had become short.

"What? I didn't hear you, Evangeline."

My mouth opened before I croaked out. "Nikolai..."

"Do you trust me?"

I swallowed, and my hands went to his wrist. "Yes..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Nikolai..."

He made a strained noise deep from his chest as if he was angry with me or pissed about something. "I would have fucked you hard if you weren't a virgin, Evangeline."

His tip slightly touched my entrance. My pulse slowed down, and it felt like I had stopped breathing altogether. The intensity of his words and his tip finally touching me where I needed it the most made me almost lose my mind. Pleasure ripped through me; I pushed my chest up in response, my back arching over the soft mattress. My head pressed back into a pillow as Nikolai held me down.

He stroked his tip from my ass to my clit, up and down repeatedly. He covered himself in my wetness, the length of him rubbing all over my wet core.

I had given him head multiple times, and I had held his cock in my hands. He was pretty thick and long. As the thought settled into my brain that he might push himself inside of me, I tensed up. My muscles went rigid with fear.

Is it going to hurt?

He was big. Is it going to rip through me?

Will I bleed?

All the questions started to swirl in my mind; my nails dug into his wrist that was on my neck.

"Relax..." he whispered.

My eyes snapped to his, alarmed.

"Relax your body, baby girl, or it's going to hurt you more."

Fear shot through my veins; his words did nothing to calm me down. I bit on my lower lip as my thoughts veered between the pleasure I felt as he rubbed himself on me and the fear I felt about what would happen once he pushed inside of me.

He leaned his body against me. My legs were spread apart as he was between them. He kissed my forehead, "Relax..." he whispered.

"Okay..." I tried pushing all the fearful thoughts away.

His hand left my throat and went between my leg, rubbing on my clit. He slowly pushed his tip into me.

I tensed up again. My hold tightened on his shoulders, and my nail cut through his skin.

He pushed a little in, and I almost muffled a scream. God! It hurt so bad. He softly rubbed my clit; his lips came onto mine as he pushed in further. He muffled my scream into his mouth. It was like he was tearing me apart. I shook my head as the sharp stinging sensation became too much to bear.

Nikolai stopped abruptly, his jaw clenched as he pulled back from my lips.

"Better?" he asked as he felt me relaxing against him.

"Better..." I breathed out.

"You are so fucking beautiful..." he whispered, kissing my cheek, nose, and chin. "Want me to move?"

I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay..."

He pushed in more, and I bit him on his shoulder as he kissed my neck. "You'll be fine..."

Through the stinging sensation and the throbbing, I could feel myself growing wetter. Nikolai took his time, kissing me, caressing me, and making it as comfortable as possible. "My beautiful girl..."

Slowly, I felt myself letting go to the overpowering sense of pleasure. He rocked himself forward in a fast, hard thrust, and I gasped loudly, my eyes squeezed shut as he ripped through my virginity.

I breathed in, my lips pressed together, and my back arched off the mattress as I held him like my life depended on it.

I buried my face into his neck as he did with mine, whispering sweet, gentle words. "Do you want me to move?" he asked. "I can pull out if it's too much."

I shook my head, "No, don't pull out... just move slowly."

He kissed the side of my neck, his finger circling my clit. He moved so slowly, so gently, as if he was afraid, afraid to hurt me. I don't think I have seen Nikolai being this gentle.

I wrapped my trembling legs around his waist as he eased inside of me, and my muscles relaxed. He pulled me so close, so damn close.

He angled my head and pressed his lips on mine before he started to move a little more. 

The sharp ripping pain between my legs became a dull ache, and my core became a little accustomed to his size. He kept kissing me, caressing me, stroking my skin, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

He kept his thrusts slow and gentle. "Are you okay?" he asked again and again. I assured him multiple times that I was okay now.

He picked up his pace as I let him, pushing into me and pulling himself out before thrusting into me again.

He let out a strained moan as if he was holding himself back. I cupped his face before pressing my lips to him again. I knew he was close, and so was I.

“Yes, yes... please. I want you to,” I whispered, and he knew what I wanted him to do.

He growled lowly and kept thrusting. He picked up his pace, going faster and deeper. He thrust harder than before, although it stung a bit but didn't hurt as bad.

Nikolai tensed with a groan; then, he let out a low moan. I could feel him expand even further in me, a certain warmth filling me up.

God, the sounds he made as he came made me cum even harder than before.

He stopped moving, his lips against my throat. Our bodies were wrapped together in the most intimate way; his heartbeat reverberated into my chest.

I realized that it was the first time I saw Nikolai lose control so damn hard. I felt so powerful; it felt good that I could make this ruthless, cold man lose control like that, that I could bring him to his knees.

I felt his feather-like kisses along the side of my neck before he finally pulled himself off me and kept looking into my eyes with intense heat and passion.

"Are you okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

I smiled, and my hand went to his face, caressing his cheek. "Perfect."

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