Chapter 33 SLIPPERY WET PASSION
Nikolai:
The underground pit was a blur of blood, brutality, and bad decisions. But stumbling back to the estate around three in the morning, with Jasmine at my side, the only thing I could really focus on was her laugh. It was light and infectious, slicing through the haze of whiskey and adrenaline that had left us both a little tipsy.
As we climbed the staircase, her hand brushed mine accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, sending sparks up my arm. God, this woman had been driving me insane for weeks, her presence a constant tease. And tonight, with the fight's high still buzzing in my veins, I was going to do something about it.
We reached the landing where our paths split, her room to the left, mine to the right. I stopped her with a gentle grip on her wrist, pulling her close. "Jasmine," I said, my voice low and rough from the liquor. "Shower with me?"
Her eyes met mine, wide but sparkling with the same hunger I'd seen flickering in her the moment she ran up to me and kissed me. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, and that was all I needed. I led her into my room, the door clicking shut behind us.
My room was dimly lit by a single lamp that casted shadows over the king-sized bed and the en suite bathroom. I turned to her, finding the zipper of her dress without a word. I slid it down slowly, savouring the way the fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing the curves I'd fantasised about too many damn times.
She was exquisite, her full breasts spilling free, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. Meanwhile, she worked her fingers at my shirt, tugging it off, then my pants. There was something about her eagerness that made my penis stirr, hardening as she stripped me bare.
She paused, her gaze dropping to the fresh wounds from the ring. "Nikolai, your wounds... we should be careful."
I cupped her face, tilting it up to mine. "Don't worry about them. They're nothing." I kissed her then, hard and claiming, silencing any protest. The pain was a distant throb compared to the ache I felt for her.
We moved to the bathroom, the shower coming on as I twisted the knob. Warm water poured down, and I pulled her under the spray with me, our bodies slick and pressing together. The water pounded against us, washing away the grime of the pit, but it only fuelled the fire. I backed her against the tiled wall, my mouth on her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth while my hand teased the other, rolling it between my fingers until she moaned, arching into me.
Her hands explored me too, one wrapping around my penis, stroking it firmly as the water made everything slippery and urgent. I groaned, thrusting into her grip, then dropped to my knees, parting her thighs. My tongue found her clit, flicking and circling it while my fingers delved inside her, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp and tremble. She was wet, not just from the shower. Her moans echoed off the walls as I devoured her, tasting her desire. "Nikolai... oh God," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my wet hair.
I stood, lifting her leg to hook around my waist, and positioned myself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I buried my penis deep inside her, the heat of her clenching around me. We both moaned, the sound mingling with the rush of water.
I started moving, thrusting in and out, slow at first, then faster, my hands gripping her ass to pull her closer. She met every movement, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, nipples grazing my chest. I leaned down to capture her mouth, our tongues tangling as I pounded into her.
But then, as I grabbed her hands to pin them above her head for leverage, I saw them, dark bruises on her wrists, like fingerprints from a rough grip. I slowed my rhythm, processing what I had just seen. "Who did this to you?" I demanded, in a low tone.
She froze, her eyes widening with fear, even as her body still trembled around me. "Nikolai, please... it's nothing."
I stopped thrusting, though it took every ounce of willpower not to finish right there. I held her gaze, my hands gentle now on her bruised wrists. "Tell me. Who?"
She bit her lip. Her hesitation was clear, but the truth finally spilled out. "David... he pulled me away while you were fighting. But I handled it, I swear. Please, don't do anything to him. Don't ruin this moment." She cried and moaned, simultaneously.
David. That slimy bastard. I was filled with rage, as visions of making him pay was flashing through my mind, breaking those hands that dared touch her. But she was begging, her eyes pleading, and damn it, she was right; this wasn't the time… at least not yet.
She arched her back then, pressing her breasts against me, her hips grinding down on my still-hard penis buried inside her. "Nikolai... keep going. I need you."
That was all it took. I thrusted back into her, harder now, grunting with each powerful stroke as I drove in and out, the water sluicing over us. She moaned loudly, her body tightening around me, her clit rubbing against my base with every movement. Pleasure built again, hot and insistent, as her cries and moaning was pushing me closer to the edge.
But even as I grunted, slamming into her with raw intensity, my mind was elsewhere, planning how David would suffer for laying a finger on my La Prescelta. He'd pay in blood, slowly, for bruising what was mine. The thought only fuelled me, as my thrusts turned to a slight punishment, until we both came. Her first, clenching and crying out, then me, releasing outside her with a final grunt.