He kept stroking her, feeling how extraordinarily wet she had already become. She was so sensitive, so responsive. It made him want to tease her for hours, until she couldn’t take anymore.
He kept stroking and touching her, occasionally slipping a finger inside of her, until she was panting so hard that he thought she might hyperventilate. He kept bringing her right up the edge, without letting her tip over.
“Please, Nik,” she begged.
He loved hearing her call him that.
He loosened his trousers and allowed his cock to spring free, thick and swollen and harder than iron. He immediately plunged it inside of her, fucking her hard into the leather seat.
Nadia cried out, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. She wrapped her arms around him too, and she pressed and ground herself against him, trying to take him deeper and deeper inside of her.
As hard as he fucked her, she wanted more. She was licking and biting on his neck, his shoulder, clawing at his back. He had brought her to such a fever pitch that she truly had become a little wildcat, feral and hungry.
He gripped the edges of the seat and he plowed into her, giving her all the vigor and aggression she was craving.
“You’re mine,” he growled at her. “You belong to me now. Not to the Olekseis or the Turgenevs, not to Paris, or anywhere else. I found you, and I’m keeping you forever.”
“Yes,” Nadia gasped. “Yes!”
As he slammed into her once more, her body tensed and arched into one, long, trembling curve. She screamed out, so loudly that he thought anyone else parked at the lookout point might think there was a murder taking place.
But he didn’t care. Her cry of pleasure was the most gratifying sound he’d ever heard.
She sunk back in the car seat, limp and lifeless, so wrung out by her orgasm that she could barely move.
He loved how her pleasure took every ounce of strength out of her.
Her climax had the opposite effect on him.
If he thought he’d been fucking her with all his might, he now found that he had twice the strength.
He lifted up her legs, her thighs draped over his forearms. Gripping her around the waist, he pulled her all the harder into him. It was incredibly erotic, seeing her so limp and helpless.
He had given her pleasure, and now he would take his own pleasure from her body. Faint starlight came in through the car windows, illuminating her luscious curves, her glowing skin. He thought again what a specimen of perfection she was.
Nadia truly was the most incredible woman he’d laid eyes upon. More rare and valuable than every one of those Faberge eggs she loved so much. Maxim was such a fool not to understand what he’d had.
Nikolai would never make that mistake. He meant what he said to Nadia—now that he had her, he was never letting go.
With that thought, he erupted inside of her, in a blinding white-hot rush of ecstasy that wiped every other consideration from his mind.
* * *
23
Nadia
During the following weeks, Nadia became so wrapped up in Nikolai that she completely neglected her mother’s diary. She spent morning ‘til night with him, wandering the city and surrounding areas. They went running together in the Golosov Ravine, a verdant green space in the midst of the city. They explored Stalin’s underground tunnels and bunkers, hidden beneath the Moscow city streets. They went to an old Soviet-era arcade, and Nikolai tried to show Nadia how to play a game called “Gorodki”, or “Little Village.” Something like Tetris, the point of the game was to demolish the “little villages” that floated across the screen.
“Why are we blowing up the villages?” Nadia asked, after failing to hit yet another.
“All these games have some propaganda or training purpose,” Nikolai said. “Nothing in Russia can just be fun, there’s always some ulterior motive.”
“Nothing?” Nadia teased him, getting up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth.
Nikolai gave a short laugh, turning away to scoop up their Soviet kopeck coins, the only tender the machines would accept.
Nadia felt a slight twinge of confusion at his reaction, but by this point she was so head-over-heels for him, that she hardly gave it a moment’s thought.
