Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Holly steps out of the bathroom. Naked and awash in the colors of the Aurora, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The light plays over her in streaks of emerald and amethyst moving across her luscious body.
I sit up, unable to take my eyes off her. And my heart does something it’s never done before.
It clenches.
“You weren’t there,” I say, my voice rough with sleep and want.
I reach for her and pull her across the sheets, and her body slides into mine.
My hands find her waist, then her thighs, and I drag her up over me so she’s straddling me.
Her hair falls around her face, catching the light like fire and shadow. The colors on her skin are alive. Pale and glowing and otherworldly. I brush a thumb over her ribs, up her side and to the swell of her breast. She gasps and bites her lip, and her hips begin to unconsciously rock against me.
Her hands brace on my chest, and with a whimper she slides onto my cock, taking every inch inside her warm pussy.
My head falls back as her heat wraps around me and I groan through my teeth. Fuck.
I don’t want to be anywhere but here. Because being inside Holly is my new favorite thing.
She starts to move. Slow and purposeful. Her palms slide up to my shoulders as she rides me. The lights flicker across her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded and her lips parted, small moans slipping out with each roll of her hips.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
I grip her waist, let her set the pace, my gaze locked to her beautiful face.
Every time she sinks down, it’s like a wave crashes over me.
Not just sensation, but something pure and raw.
I’ve fucked more women than I can count. But this…
This is something else.
Something fucking out of this world.
The Northern Lights ripple across her spine as she leans forward, kissing me. It’s deep and tender, and I fall harder and faster into what is happening between us. I wrap my arms around her and cradle her against me, while she takes me all the way inside again and again.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I don’t want this to stop.”
I brush my lips to her ear. “It doesn’t have to.”
I slide a hand between us, find her clit, rub the tight bud of nerves in slow circles, and she shatters.
Her body jerks, and a sob catches in her throat, and her sweet pussy clenches tightly around me as she comes hard, gasping and shuddering in my arms.
“Oh Nikolai…”
I lose it.
The feel of her. The sound of her. The look on her face when she falls apart.
My growl is primal as my orgasm rips through me.
And I release into her, pulse after pulse, so intense it feels like I’m breaking apart.
And I am.
I have been for months now.
Since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Long before the night at the gallery.
23
HOLLY
Christmas morning.
The thought floats through my mind as gentle as snowfall, and I wake slowly, my consciousness seeping in, slow and unhurried.
The sheets beneath me are impossibly soft, the kind of luxury I've only ever experienced in hotels that cost more per night than my monthly rent.
But this isn't a hotel.
This is Nikolai's bed.
And the warmth pressed against my back, the weight of an arm draped across my waist… that's him.
My husband.
"Merry Christmas," he murmurs against my hair, and I feel the words as much as hear them, a rumble in his chest, a brush of breath against my neck.
I turn in his arms to face him. His eyes are already open, that striking blue watching me.
"Merry Christmas," I whisper back.
His fingers begin to move, tracing patterns on my bare shoulder, drifting down my arm with agonizing slowness, and every nerve ending in my body seems to spark awake.
"No regrets?" he asks.
I think about last night. The Northern Lights dancing across the sky. The way his thick cock pushed into me. The way my body opened for him, welcomed him, and craved him in ways I didn't know I was capable of.
"No regrets," I say.
I don't know what any of this means. Don't know what happens when we leave this bed, this room, this perfect morning.
But right now, none of that matters.
Right now, I'm exactly where I need to be.
In Nikolai's arms.
24
NIKOLAI
I stand in the kitchen, the steam from two mugs of coffee curling into the air, and I drag in a breath that actually reaches the bottom of my lungs.
When was the last time I could do that?
When was the last time I felt the weight lift, even for a moment?
It’s the magic of this Alaskan hideaway.
I love it here. Unfortunately, I don’t live here. My life is back in New York. Lived in a penthouse overlooking a glittering Manhattan. It’s where I wear my reputation as armor. The ruthless businessman. The untouchable boss. The man who took an empire and made it even more formidable.