“Please, Nik,” River moaned, wiggling her ass. His crown sank in deeper, her channel welcoming him.
They both groaned, and gods. Nikhail had never felt like this before. As if he’d always been meant to find his way to River. She wasmadefor him.
It was that thought that had Nikhail tightening his grip and slamming into her warmth. Her heat enveloped him, and they both cried out as he filled her to the hilt.
“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly.
She glanced over her shoulder, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I’m amazing. Don’t stop.”
He would sooner give up his magic for all eternity than do that.
Nikhail pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting into her again. And again. And again.
Moans mingled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. The symphony they created was as old as time itself, and if it was the last sound Nikhail ever heard, he would die a happy man.
He had fantasized about this moment hundreds of times before, but none of them came close to the reality. River’s braid dangled over her shoulder, taunting him. One day, he’d wrap it around his wrist and hold her to him as he fucked her hard and fast.
A fantasy to fulfill at another time.
It wasn’t long before their movements grew frantic. River’s fingers grappled at the sheets, and she moaned. She was babbling, begging him to keep going, to never stop, to let her come.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered. “Please.”
“Me, too.” His words were barely more than a gasp.
Nikhail released her hip, reaching around to her front. He circled her clit, quickly learning what touches made her cry out for him.
River arched her back, rising on her knees. Their bodies aligned. Her back rested against his chest, and he kneeled and thrust up into her.
The new angle gave him perfect access to her neck. He grazed his sharp canines over her throat, giving in to his primal urge to taste her.Claimher.
Nikhail wanted River to be his in every way.
She whimpered and, gods. His controlled, careful movements grew frantic. Hurried.
“More,” she moaned. Begged.
Andthatwas the best sound he’d ever heard.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
River did, with a shuddering cry that Nikhail felt throughout his whole body. That connection within him that had been there for years burned brighter as she squeezed him.
He came a moment later, spilling his release inside her. A rightness swept through him. That flame was a bonfire, and in that moment, he knew that nothing would ever douse it.
It was as if everything in his life had been leading up to this moment.
That feeling of rightness remained inside Nikhail long after he and River made their way under the covers. They continued to explore each other well into the early morning, until the sky was a painting of pastels. And as River fell asleep, her head resting in the crook of Nikhail’s arm, he beamed.
He’d waited years for River, and it had been worth it.
CHAPTER 19
Maybe She Could be Happy
River was cozy and warm all over. She burrowed into the blanket wrapped around her, unwilling to leave the comfort it provided.
Despite her earlier troubles, she had slept like a rock. For the first time in what felt like forever, she hadn’t been haunted by waves or screams or storms of any kind.