Chapter 63 Chapter 64
The firelight wavered between them, painting the room in alternating shadow and warmth. Nina reached out, brushed soot from his cheek with her thumb. He caught her wrist, not to stop her, but to keep her there. For the first time, she saw fear in his eyes—not of enemies, but of her.
“Don’t,” he said softly.
“Why?”
“Because if I start needing this, I won’t stop.”
She didn’t move her hand. “Then don’t stop.”
For a moment, neither breathed. The noise of the wind faded, the world reduced to heartbeat and heat. His hand slid from her wrist to the back of her neck, and the space between them disappeared.
The smallest distance vanished. His mouth found hers—cautious at first, almost reverent. It wasn’t hunger; it was recognition. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, his hand sliding into her hair while her fingers caught at his collar. The world outside the hut dissolved into firelight and breath.
He broke away long enough to rest his forehead against hers. “You don’t know what this costs,” he murmured.
“Then let me decide if I can pay it,” she said.
The words undid him. His restraint cracked, the sound of it almost audible. He kissed her again, rougher now, their movements clumsy with urgency. The fire popped, throwing sparks across the floorboards as they found the only warmth left in a frozen world.
His hands moved from her waist to her core. Nina gasped as his fingers danced over her.
“You wanted this all this time, didn’t you?” he whispered.
Nina nodded and arched her back. “Please”, she let out a whimper.
“You're mine now. My slut!” he murmured.
His words made Nina only wetter. She was putty in his arms.
On finger entered her, then the next, and he slowly continued his slow torture.
“Ride my fingers, Nina, like a good girl.”
She obliged and started moving, his fingers deep inside her, but not deep enough,
“I need more”, she whispered.
“On your knees”, he commanded.
She slid to her knees and started undoing his pants. His member sprang free, and she gasped at the size.
“Be a good little slut and suck my cock, Nina”. Him calling her a slut only made her pussy clench more. She stuck her tongue out and started bobbing his dick down. He was huge. But the sounds of pleasure only made her wetter.
“I’m close, take all of me, baby.” He grabbed her head and forced his dick into her mouth as much as he could, making her gag. Tears rose to her eyes, but she blinked them away.
“Swallow”, he commanded, and she did when he came.
“God, Nina. That was amazing.”
He grabbed her and started undressing her. He pushed her against the sofa and looked at her pussy.
“You're so wet.” He grabbed his dick and slowly pushed inside her. She moaned as he stretched her. It hurt, but at the same time, it was so good.
He fucked her hard and fast.
Orgasm after orgasm, and she was exhausted.
When the light dimmed, their voices fell to whispers—soft, fragmented, a promise and a warning tangled together.
Afterwards, the hut was still except for the crackling fire. She lay with her head against his shoulder, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, slower now, human again. The storm outside had turned to a faint, steady drizzle.
“You could have left me in Trieste,” she said.
“I tried.”
“But you came back.”
He stared at the ceiling. “Because I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t.”
“And?”
He looked down at her. “Now I know.”
They didn’t sleep much. Before dawn, he rose and stepped outside. From the doorway, she saw him standing in the snow, barefoot, smoke from his breath curling upward. The first light touched the horizon, pale and cold.
When he came back in, he said only one thing. “They’ll come for us through Vienna next. We go home.”
She nodded, pulling on her coat. The word home sounded wrong and right at once. It wasn’t safe anymore; it was the battleground where whatever they’d started would either survive or end.