Trigger warning: slightly 18+
Ari didn't even know how many hours had passed since she came to the penthouse. All she could feel was the shuddering body over her. Her hand ran up the inky biceps and back, while Nicolai's hands strayed all over her body.
His growls and animalistic snarls rumbled in her ears as he claimed her lips for innumerable times. Though her lips were stinging, Ari didn't refuse his kisses. She couldn't.
The way he kissed her was simply too passionate. Like he couldn't get enough of her, as if he was trying to devour and consume her whole.
Nicolai pounded inside of her with slow, deliberate thrusts until his length emptied itself completely within it. He then pulled it out and Ari moaned into his mouth as his essence dripped out of her core.
Why did it feel so good? Did sex always feel this good? No. It wasn't sex that felt good, it was this man who made it more than pleasurable.