Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-three
Nikolai's POV
This wasn't part of my plans when I walked out of my room. I just wanted to get some fresh milk, then head to bed, probably to catch a little sleep because it seems that word is far from me tonight. Not like I could sleep for hours without waking up at the sound of each drop of pin, but tonight was worse, I couldn't even shut my eyes without Elena's face and nudity invading my mind, it's suffocating to think straight and even to shut her thoughts from my head, when she was just a floor away from me.
Just one kiss, I would be okay. I tell myself, but I know that kiss wasn't just from a random girl, I wanted it from no other girl but Elena. "Oh, Nikolai, get a hold of yourself. Elena is your brother's fiancée. You should get your shit together."
I muttered to myself as I walked down the hallway, my eyes wandered to the third floor, where her room is. Suddenly, I have the urge to check on her. I take two big strides just when I was about to tap on her door, I heard movement. Someone was in the kitchen. I arrived there, wanting to take the fellow unaware, but fuck me, I was pointing my gun at Elena.
I saw fear in her eyes, but I'm glad that the atmosphere shifted a bit from dark to something light when I put the gun away. We chatted for a while, but somehow I felt something strange inside me building up, and my head was giving me a hard time processing. 'Kiss her,' that voice had echoed in my head, that voice I had no idea where it was always coming from.
I clenched my fist around the dustpan, trying to get a grip of myself, but no, my muscles seemed to tense. This was a sign for me to leave, to walk out of here, then her voice came up, "Did you know your eyes could..." She paused, shaking her head, aborting the thought. I shut my eyes, knowing what she wanted to comment on. "I know you do a lot of things apart from pointing guns at people, you could..."
"Fuck..." The words slipped from my lips, and she looked at me. I bit my lower lip, hoping she didn't get the true meaning of my words. If she thinks that was just a curse, then she is joking, because I actually mean it.
I could fuck!
I shake my head, "Sorry, we should go to bed." I threw the dustpan carelessly at the side of the kitchen and was about to hurry out of the kitchen. Because that voice is there again, 'I know you want to fuck her, just throw her on the counter and ruin her.' I take a step and she hurried after me, and grabbed my hand, pulling me backwards.
"Nikolai..." I swatted my hand away from her, which earned me a glare from her. "Oh, please, what's up with the mood swings like some pregnant woman?"
"Go to bed Elena. " I snapped at her. She glared at me.
"You don't have to shout, not like I'm seducing you." Before the words slipped out of her lips, I smashed my lips against hers.
And everything went fast, too fast that I have no idea I was crossing the lines that I vowed never to do. I kissed her deeply allowing my tongue entrance as she moaned against my lips. She tasted different, different from the first time I kissed her.
No aftertaste of alcohol, just her fresh breath, with a taste of the sweet milk. Without thinking, I swiped her off the floor and placed her on the counter, my big t-shirt hiking up on her hips, giving me a view of her panties. She wasn't a skill kisser, but she had succeeded in ruining me. My hands moved to her thighs, caressing her soft thighs.
I raised my hand at the back of her head and slipped my fingers through her hair before coiling them around it, tugging her head upward. My lips trailed down to her neck, leaving soft kisses there. "Oh shit..." She curses, as her grip becomes stronger on her own shirt. And my lower hips hurt, I needed to release the monster in my pants.
My hand palm her breast giving it a hard squeeze, she moaned, "please..." She pleaded for something she had no idea of. My hand finds its way under her shirt, when they touch her bare skin, I know I was doomed, desires fill me, and I think the air shifted, I could smell something, something I had no idea what to call it, but my nose was picking up that scent, and it was turning me on.
"Elena, let me," I whispered, and she looked at me lustfully, her breath coming in short gasps. I was setting her body on fire and she was doing the same with me. "Flamma!" I groaned, and before I knew it, I had already ripped her top off, and her tits were standing tall, pointing at me. I dipped my head in the valley of her breast, licking all the way to eat nipples before sucking and lapping hungrily while my other hand was playing with the other.
This wasn't part of the plan for me coming down here. Something in me nudges me to stop. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be taking advantage of her. I shouldn't be touching my brother's fiancée in this manner, but I can't help it. I know this was all new to Elena. I don't think she had sex before, but fuck me, I'm a hormonal man, and her presence had turned me into a complete pervert.
Elena's hands were on my hair, pressing my head more on her chest, while she threw her head back, moaning seductively.
"Oh God!" She moaned. I was setting her body on fire. We were lost in our own world, groping and touching. Her hand was just on my head, while my hand was exploring her body. The only thing I didn't do was slip my fingers into her opening. Of course, I wanted to do that, taste her. My hand moved, playing dangerously on the band of her thongs when we heard the sound of a vessel shattering to the floor. My whole body stiffened
"Shit!" Then a curse followed. It was Emma's voice. Elena pushed me away from her body and jumped off the counter, pulling her t-shirt down, trying to force her nipples inside. I almost wanted to laugh at her actions.
"Can you leave that thing, it wouldn't go inside."
"What thing?" She asked, still trying to press her nipples inside, and I walked closer, pulling it harder.