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Nikolai smirks against her skin and moves his tongue a little faster, circling in on the spot that he's found she likes oh-so-much when he's touched her before. He pulls one of Natalia's hands down and guides her to spread herself so he has more room to work, his own hands going under her ass to bring her closer to his mouth.

He wants her so desperate for him before she comes that she's begging and so needy that she's burying her face against the pillows to keep from making a sound.

He wants to make her his again, over and over.

Her knees were already trembling, and she wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, but Natalia followed his direction and nearly lost her mind when she felt Nikolai's nose bumping against her hand as he continued assaulting her needy flesh with lips and tongue. Her other hand was at her lips, knuckle of her thumb clenched tight between her teeth and wanton little gasps of breath huffed from her nose as she fought not to just screech right out loud.

Her belly tightened, breasts heaved, so tender beneath their lacy restriction, the nipples tight and hard and begging for the heat of his mouth, but he seemed determined to torture her to an earth-shattering climax first, and Natalia didn't think it would be too long before she fell completely apart. Her bare legs were shamelessly spread, propped over her lover's shoulders, and her hips bucked against his hands, trying to press more against his face, needing him to make her shatter into pieces.

That's what he wants. He wants to break her into a million pieces and then have to put her back together in the end. Nikolai fixes his lips against her clit and starts to suck, softly, and hopes this brings her closer to the climax both of them need after the excitement of HYDRA's abduction and the aftermath.

Nikolai buries his fingers into her soft skin, not caring if he makes marks against her pale skin, pulls her even closer so that his mouth and nose and chin are covered with her.

There's nowhere else he wants to be.

It was just too much. The Grand Duchess suddenly stiffened, shivered, and fell totally over the cliff into a white-hot climax, trembling so hard she thought her heart might stop from the adrenaline overload. Her knees shook with her effort not to lock them around Nikolai's head, but her legs clamped tight against his back, holding him as close as she possibly could.

Her teeth were digging into the meat of her palm, but she couldn't care; not when her blood was racing beneath her skin, flushing her a pretty crimson from neck to heel. Natalia whimpered, shook, and whined, lush hips bucking in her lover's hands, begging with her body for him to give her everything she was desperately craving.

She couldn't scream for him, but her dark eyes were hooded and plaintive when she finally managed to look down, seeing her beloved still buried between her legs, and she mewled, wanting.

Nikolai helps her through it with lips and tongue and he looks up after a few moments, his eyes meeting hers. They're a little mischievous and look a hell of a lot younger than he actually is. It isn't often that playful is an adjective that describes him but it works just now.

"I wanted to do that," he says, as if revealing some big secret. "I've wanted to do it for a while now and I was getting there, I just was being too slow. No sense in being too slow now, though. Not after what happened. I could have lost you and you would never have known about this."

If nothing else, he's not holding back on his feelings any longer.

Natalia shook her head; no there was no use in going slow anymore, was there? And she was on fire, burning hotter for him than she ever had before, her entire body tingling from head to tow. "Nikki," she panted, squirming beneath him. Her skin felt three sizes too small; she was hot all over. Skin flushed a pretty peach from the climax still glittering through her, the princess reached for him, threading a small hand through his hair and tugging lightly.

"...Nikki..." she begged again, rolling her hips in his hands. "I want..." she had to lick her lips and take a few breaths so she could speak again. "I want...I want you...want you to fuck me, Nikki...please, malyshka, please..." Natalia whined, head tossing and back arching, aching breasts straining against the lacy bra. "--I can't--I can't stand it anymore!"

"Printsessa," he admonishes gently. "I don't want to do that until I know we won't be caught. You're very young and I don't want to risk being removed from your security because I wasn't careful. It'll happen soon, all right? Next time you take a vacation, it'll happen in the house there. I promise. I'm just not doing it under your father's nose."

The Tsar wouldn't take kindly to that at all.

"I'll see if he'll let us go somewhere secluded to protect you from the press. I'll convince him."

Hearing his reticence again made Natalia want to kick him right in the nose. She propped up on her elbows, scowling down at him. "That isn't fair," she accused hotly, still a panting, disheveled mess. "You don't know how much I want you right now, Nikolai."

She shifted her legs enough that she could slide down the bed beneath him, winding those calves around his waist and molding the rest of her young, greedy body against his hard torso. "I'm going to seduce you," she promised, licking a wet line up the length of his neck and running her tongue over his lips. "And you're not going to tell me no again."

And she did understand the necessity for secrecy, and she did understand his respect for her father, but her bedroom door was locked, bolted, and there were no security cameras in this entire chamber, as the Tsar refused to have his daughter spied upon. And the little princess she had been had given way to the woman that she'd almost become, and she wanted her lover now.

She'd waited long enough.

"Make sure I don't die when we get caught," Nikolai says dryly. He'd wanted the joke to have a little more punch but it couldn't when Natalia's tongue licked a slow line over his neck and any smugness he had came out instead as a low-pitched moan. She had this over him and probably has had it over him for longer than he has wanted to admit to himself. He thinks the other staff must know it too.

"I'm big," he murmurs. "You're going to want to be on top the first time so it won't hurt. You can go at your pace and not have to worry about me going too fast or too deep. We can try other things later. We will try other things later."

Maybe if he lets her control it somewhat, it won't be something he's taking from her so much as something of herself she's giving. He hates the idea of taking from his printsessa but accepting a gift is something different.

"You won't hurt me," she whispered, insistent and eager. "I know you won't, Nikki." Small round arms pulled at him; the princess coaxed her soldier back into bed, coiling like a serpent around his long, hard frame. "Show me what to do," she begged, shimmying out of her remaining garments and coming back to him completely naked for the very first time. Red curls cascaded over pale shoulders as she swung astride his large body, biting her lower lip to rub her still-throbbing lips against the enticing bulge in his boxers.

"...I want this," she purred, lowering over him enough to kiss him solidly, rolling her heated, ripe body against his chiseled chest. Her breasts ached, pressed to him, and she mewed and whined and whimpered, impatiently tugging at the last fabric separating skin from skin.

"I know you want it," Nikolai says, soft and hushed. "And I want it too. I never put you off because I didn't want it. I just wanted it to be right. Just...get these off me and then I can guide you onto me. You can take as little or as much as you think you can take, all right?"

Even just the tip of him surrounded by her would be heaven and he isn't even expecting the full act, not even now. He guides her hands to the waistband of his boxers and lifts his hips up for her.

"Get them off for me? Better if you do it."

It took her almost no time at all to have those unwanted shorts peeled off of Nikolai's hips, over his knees, then whisked away to exile somewhere on the floor, unheeded. Then her small hands were on him, coiling slim fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly, but unerringly possessive. "...I love it," she whispered, working him over with one tiny hand. "It's hard and soft all at the same time, just like you, my Nikki."

Her body ached, anticipating having him inside her, and the Grand Duchess carefully eased astride her lover's thick torso, hissing a mewled little breath when his cock rubbed against her slick silky folds. Natalia planted her hands on Nikolai's chest, tilted her hips, and just rocked back and forth, teasing them both as she slipped and slid over his cock, biting her lip on a stilted gasp when one of her movements sent him just inside her, tantalizing and tempting.

"...ohhhh...Nikki..."

Nikolai squeezes his eyes shut as she teases him and when he slips in, he loses the control he's been trying to have the entire time with her and grips her hips tightly as he arches himself into her. It's not rough, not really, but it is smooth and swift. He groans low and bites his lip.

"Feels so good," he murmurs. "You feel perfect, printsessa. My printsessa. Only mine forever."

This time she couldn't help the cry that escaped her throat, and Natalia slapped a hand over her mouth to keep her noises inside. But she was shaking, trembling with the exquisite feeling of Nikolai inside of her, and she moaned behind her hand, lithe hips moving in stilted little motions, and her slim back arching to anchor her more firmly atop his cock.

God, but she felt so full; he was huge, and having him buried inside of her, a deliciously throbbing pain, was exquisite. She knew the discomfort would fade soon, and Natalia focused on rolling her body over his to aid that endeavor.

"...yours," she promised, lowering her hands to instinctively cup full, heavy breasts. "...mmmmm oh God, Nikolai...da..da..mmda..!"

"Take as much as you want," he pants, looking up at her. "I know...I know I'm big. Take what you can and ride. It's just the first time we'll ever be together, not the last."

He doesn't think he'll ever get over her after going this far and he knows he won't go back across the line again. It's over now, for all intents and purposes, and he's just going to ride the wave of it and be with the woman he loves. It feels like coming home in a different way.

"Let me take care of you," he says softly, moving his hand to touch her where they join. "Let me make it feel good."

She was still unsure, but she'd "studied" enough to make it work, and Natalia rose on her knees to rock back and forth, slipping a little lower with each slow, sinuous movement. Fingers resting on Nikolai's chest, she fucked herself on his cock, biting her lower lip and whimpering in effort to keep from screaming aloud.

When he moved his hand between them, she gasped another soft cry, feeling bolts of heat shoot through her just from his touch, and the princess tipped back her head and moaned, offering all of herself to her sweet, sweet soldier, his for the taking.

"That's my girl," Nikolai says lowly, moving his thumb lazily around her clit while he rocks his hips up into her. He hasn't had sex in longer than he can remember and it's much different when it's with someone you love. Natalia is the only person he loves because she's the only person who has ever loved him.

"Want to be under me?"

He wants to be atop of her and go deeper but he doesn't know if she's ready for that yet. He hopes that she is and it won't be too much for her but he'll let her decide what she wants and he's just here to give it to her.

Being beneath him sounded absolutely divine. Natalia mewled and nodded, all but falling boneless to the other side of her large bed, shifting about on her back and holding out her arms for him to return to her. The princess parted her thighs invitingly, her entire body still tingling from the deliciousness of finally having what she'd longed for, and when he did cover her at long last, she pulled his mouth down to hers and kissed him long, deep, and thorough.

"...I love you," she whispered again, her lips moving softly against his. "You will always be mine, and I will always be yours, Nikolai." Natalia rucked her hips up, rubbing soft, slick folds against his still-hard cock. "Come in to me," she begged, "I want you inside of me again, malyshka..."

Nikolai grins at her before pushing back in and hikes her legs up over his hips so he can go deeper. Maybe he shouldn't do this on a first time but he can't stand it, not with someone he wants as much as he wants her. Nikolai moves harder, faster, and buries his face against her neck to kiss her there.

"I want you so much," he murmurs. "I'll never be able to give you up. I will never leave you, Natalia. My Printsessa."

Perhaps he's too tender but he's never loved like this.

Natalia stifled a small squeal when Nikolai hiked her legs around his waist and sank back into her. This was bliss, being caged by this beautiful and powerful man while he just took her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to simply hang on as he fucked her.

He was rumbling against her neck while his body plundered hers, and she moaned a high little breath with every thrust of his hips, feeling him stake his possessive claim over her tender, ripe body. And she loved it. Feeling him pulse in her slick passage was divine, and she gripped his cock tight each chance that she could.

The soft sounds of their bodies slapping together was the most erotic thing she'd ever before heard, and Natalia eagerly lifted her hips to meet his, feeling the unmistakable rise of pleasure beginning to coil low in her gut. Her little cries began to become more breathless, and her muscles began to coil, anticipating her coming climax. Nikolai was driving her hard towards it, and she wanted it, wanted it, wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything before.

It's almost too much, how tight she's gripping him, and Nikolai is trying his best to hold on so he can come after her. He whispers into her ear in guttural French for her to just come, come for him, and he makes his thrusts deeper and sharper in response. Maybe he's using her too hard for a first time but he's wanted this for far too long and he needs it more than he needs anything.

"Need you," he whispers. "Need you to come for me, little princess. Need to make sure that I'm yours before I make you mine."

He hadn't bothered with a condom and every stroke reminds him of how wet and hot she is wrapped around his cock; it's so much sensation all at once.

When it hit her, she nearly turned inside out. Natalia had to bite down hard on Nikolai's right shoulder, tasting blood in her mouth as her orgasm crashed over her, whiting out her mind and making her shake like a tree in a thunderstorm. Her young body locked down tight, slim legs gripping Nikolai's waist in a vise-grip, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his back, leaving harsh indentations, and she shivered, shook, and sobbed, feeling as if every nerve ending she possessed had just been dipped in molten gold.

But he was vibrant in her arms, and her hips simply couldn't stop bucking as she milked his cock for every drop of pleasure she could take, wanting so much more already even though he was still working to drive her onwards and upwards. There'd be no going back now, and they absolutely belonged to each other. There could never be anyone else. Not ever.

Nikolai comes too, groaning as he does, and he collapses against her once he has. He knows he's heavy and he'll move in a minute but for now, he needs to just be in her and on her, taking solace in the fact that she's his and will never belong to anyone else.

"I love you," he murmurs softly against her skin. "Never ever forget that I love you. I've always loved you and no one else."

His voice is choked up a bit, too, and he knows she'll hear it.

Her climax went on and on, extended by the warmth she felt flooding her loins when Nikolai stiffened above her, then groaned a deep guttural sound and settled warm and thick above her, sheltering her with his delicious weight. Natalia wrapped her arms back around him, holding him so close and safe, raining little kisses all over his cheeks, forehead, ears, and finally his sweet, sweet lips.

"...Nikolai," she purred, basking in his praise, his undeniable love. They were both sweaty and filthy, smelled of each other, but there was nowhere else in the entire world she'd rather be. "I love you so much, moya zvezda...mmmm, want you all the time. Now and forever." The little princess shifted until she could gaze into his lovely blue eyes, her own soft and liquid.

"...I want to marry you, and rule together." She kissed him again, slowly stroking her tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully even as she squirmed beneath him, feeling little electric sparks skitter over her skin where it slid against his. "You're mine, malyshka, and I'll never ever give you up." Never.

"Marry me?"

It's such a foreign thing to him, to be married, and he doesn't know if he would be a good match to her as Tsarina or if he'd be capable of that at all. All the things that have been done to him have made him someone that isn't exactly suitable for normal society, not to mention the pressure of ruling.

"Are you sure I could do that? You're the Grand Duchess," he says. He rolls over a bit so he can pull her against his chest. "It would put me in a place of responsibility."

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