Chapter 36 Infatuation
"Is this comfortable?" Nikolai's voice was low and rough against the shell of her ear.
The heat pooling low in her belly flared into something almost painful, a slick ache that made her shift Instinctively on his lap.
The movement only pressed her more firmly against the hard line of him beneath her and she felt the low rumble of his satisfaction vibrate through his chest.
"Nikolai..." His name left her lips like a plea.
Her mind was spinning, why was she feeling this way?
One moment she was irritated at how he had occupied the car with his body, now she was straddling him in the back of a moving car with her thighs trembling as he punished her with the slow swirl of his fingertips on her thighs.
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"You said you weren't comfortable," he murmured, his thumb brushing her sensitive skin as he slipped his fingers inside her top.
"I'm only trying to fix that, Isa." His hands slide higher, his knuckles grazing the edge lace of her bra, and her hips jerked without permission.
It wasn't supposed to feel this good.
His hands on her weren't supposed to feel this good.
"This —"
Nikolai’s mouth grazed the frantic pulse at her throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp.
Her skin was on molten fire.
She couldn't stop her own heart from beating like she had ran a marathon. Her thighs were trembling under him right on his monster.
He let out a dark guttural moan right at her neck, the sound sent a fresh rush of heat flooding between her thighs.
She immediately placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, heat flushing across her cheeks.
"You're shaking," he murmured against her skin, his voice laced with satisfaction, "still feeling uncomfortable?"
She couldn't answer. Could barely think past the thick heat coiling higher and tighter at her lower belly.
Oh fuck!
"Niko..." She slurred as one of his large hands held her waist in place while the other cupped her right breast through the thin barrier of her bra.
Feels so damn soft. Nikolai thought.
A fresh surge of blood rushed down.
His dick swelled in his pants and began poking right on Isabella's core.
She gasped, and began rolling her hips against him, just to hear him groan against her skin.
His voice was rough, wrecked, barely more than a growl as it vibrated against the sensitive skin of her throat.“Fuck, Isa… you're gonna make me fuck you right here.”
"Fuck, Isa..." His voice was
"Stop. I might just fuck you right here in this damn small car."
Her body betrayed her completely, already slick, already aching, already begging to let him inside her right here while the car kept rolling.
She wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
She definitely wasn’t supposed to want him the way he so obviously wanted her—raw, mindless, desperate.
Isabella swallowed hard, forcing her brain back online before she completely lost control of her body.
"Release me, Nikolai." It took everything in her to say those words as she ignored her burning skin that wanted his hands over her.
"I'm trying to make you comfortable. This isn't enough?" He traced his fingers across her jaw and almost reached her lips when she covered them with her hands Instinctively without a thought.
She didn't want him to kiss her because if he did then he had completely taken over her resolve.
"No kissing." She said softly.
"Have you forgotten, Isa. I own you now. I get to do whatever I want and I want those lips." He said, his voice was pure hunger as he stared at her lips with ravenous intent.
He moved again, breathing in her air as she did his.
He slid his hands from her breast up to her nape of he neck and pressed just right at the spot.
"Don't restrict me anymore, Isa. I want those lips."
She shook her head, tears filling her eyes.
She removed her hand and immediately placed them right on his and said, "You can do whatever you want with my body but you can't have my lips. Please..." She cried out not wanting to lose the only thing that made her feel whole.
She wanted her first kiss to be with someone she liked and not someone who claimed her like she was his property.
Nikolai gazed into her jade orbs, his fingers pressed hard on her nape then followed with soothing circles.
Isabella removed her hands from his lips. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as she noticed his frown.
"Fine. I won't take them." He said, his voice was low and cold.
"T-Thank —"
Nikolai leaned down and sucked at her shoulders hard without waiting for her to finish talking.
A loud gasp tore from her mouth.
He moved from her shoulders up to her neck, licking her jaw and sucked hard enough to brand her with his mouth.
"I won’t take your lips,” he murmured against the damp skin he had just claimed, his breath hot and ragged. “But every other inch of you… those are mine.”
He returned his hot kisses and slid his fingers back into her shirt and squeezed her breasts hard through her bra.
He squeezed them so hard that Isabella arched her back, letting him do dangerous things to her skin.
She could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.
"Niko..." She moaned softly, tears stinging her eyes as she dug her nails into the back of his shirt, leaving marks she didn't know she could do.
After a long five minutes of leaving wet trails from her shoulders and neck he pulled back and looked into her orbs like he couldn't have enough.
His lips were swollen and Isabella's chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. His black eyes were literally glowing with raw, and barely unleashed hunger.
He wanted more. He wanted to move and claim those nipples in his between his teeth but he stopped himself because he felt like she wasn't ready yet.
He knew soon enough he would claim her completely.
His demons were hunger and she was feeding them slowly and now the last piece of meat had to be claimed.
"Finally comfortable?"
"Yes.." She breathed out as the car finally came to a stop.
She didn't think, and climbed down his body and rushed out of the car.
She couldn't spend another minute in there with his heated gaze over her body like she was a meal.
Nikolai started at her figure, something blooming in his chest.
He ran a hand through his hair.
Once he had fully claimed her, he told himself, these feelings would finally stop.
After all… it was only an infatuation.