[ Weightless in his arms, an ease at odds with the punishing pace he sets, both equally desperate for something the world has cruelly denied him. It makes no sense to think of a version of themselves where they are not King and Saint, but she thinks of it anyway, either posts that were abandoned or those that never were in the first place.
(She thinks she would have punched him if she ever met him as a corporal in the First Army, and that thought is more comforting than it should be.) ]
Don't stop.
[ Making her happy or fucking her? It probably doesn't matter if one permits the other. She feels the gusset of her panties rub across her clit as he moves, the friction hot across her even with the slick that's gathered. Saints, it's too much and not enough. She is going to be red and sore for days, and Nikolai, her kind, sweet, giving, infuriating, smug Nikolai will keep her in bed with his mouth on her cunt, his tongue slowly and languidly laving across her, pressing kisses to her thighs as he soothes her with filthy and affectionate whispers.
The contrast of it, the fact that he is both, that she has both, that for awhile she gets to pretend that she will forever have him and all of him, is almost enough to make her come. ]
Please. Please, please Kolya. [ She doesn't even know what she's pleading for, sounding more like a whine and a whimper than a cutting command. She feels at his mercy in his arms. ] I want you.
[ And how could he deny her when she asks so nicely? ]
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(She thinks she would have punched him if she ever met him as a corporal in the First Army, and that thought is more comforting than it should be.) ]
Don't stop.
[ Making her happy or fucking her? It probably doesn't matter if one permits the other. She feels the gusset of her panties rub across her clit as he moves, the friction hot across her even with the slick that's gathered. Saints, it's too much and not enough. She is going to be red and sore for days, and Nikolai, her kind, sweet, giving, infuriating, smug Nikolai will keep her in bed with his mouth on her cunt, his tongue slowly and languidly laving across her, pressing kisses to her thighs as he soothes her with filthy and affectionate whispers.
The contrast of it, the fact that he is both, that she has both, that for awhile she gets to pretend that she will forever have him and all of him, is almost enough to make her come. ]
Please. Please, please Kolya. [ She doesn't even know what she's pleading for, sounding more like a whine and a whimper than a cutting command. She feels at his mercy in his arms. ] I want you.
[ And how could he deny her when she asks so nicely? ]