Nikolai tries to act naturally. While he loves the Tsar, he's a little worried that he'll guess what's happened between him and Natalia and while he's a Tsar and worried about a multitude of things, he's still a father and there's no way he won't react poorly.
Instead, Nikolai busies himself with pancakes and tries to keep his mouth full so any questions he gets asked have to be thought about for a long moment before he answers. No surprises. When the Tsar turns to him and asks how he is, he nearly chokes.
"I'm very well this morning, your Excellency. And yourself?"
If Alexander noticed Nikolai's caginess, he didn't show it. "I'm very well, Nikolai, thank you." He smiled and reached over to touch his daughter's cheek. "So much better, now that my kitten is back with us again." Natalia smiled and leaned into the Tsar's hand, threading her fingers with his for a fond squeeze. "How are you feeling?" he asked her, and she gave a wan little smile, saying, "Much better. Dr. Kordova sent over some medications, and I had a nice hot bath this morning, so I feel fine. Might even go riding this afternoon, at least for a little while."
She'd not been to the stables since before leaving for Malta, and since it was now summer, any outdoor activities not involving snow were do be done quickly. Winter came early in their kingdom. "...as long as Nikki doesn't mind, of course." Her childhood hideaway was accessible by horseback, and secreted well back in the woods, away from any nosy paparazzi and prying eyes.
"I don't mind going riding, Natalia," Nikolai promises her. He doesn't, that's the truth, and the promise of time alone is tempting enough even if he hated to ride. He thinks it's a natural enough reason to go out together and no one would suspect a thing. They often go out alone. He finds himself questioning everything they do now, going over it with a fine toothed comb to ensure that it won't be questioned if they are together.
"Surely the horses will have missed us - or yours will have missed you. I don't think mine misses me vaulting up on her back with this heavy body. She's lucky she's a draft horse and not a thoroughbred. I don't think anything less could carry me."
It's the most he's spoken in a while and he wonders if it isn't nervousness. Is he nervous? Possibly.
Thankfully the conversation remained on pleasant, light topics, with the Tsar more focused on his daughter than his daughter's bodyguard; for all that he'd never treated Nikolai as a piece of the decorative furniture, Alexander was far more concerned about his only child's happiness and well-being.
After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared away, Natalia pyrooted through her closet for something a little more suitable to wear for outdoors, and emerged with a handful of clothing, dumping it on her rumpled bed as she eyed her guardian a little curiously.
"Were you nervous, Nikki? During breakfast?" A teasing grin played over her lips.
"Impossibly," he says, tearing at his tie so he can go to his room and find something more suitable for riding than a full suit. He's still nervous, full of energy, and he taps his left fingers against a dresser before moving toward the door open between their rooms.
"I don't know why but I am questioning everything we do alone together and worried someone might notice. They won't, though, because we've been like this for so long. Everyone is used to me sleeping in your room - even your father. No one could possibly see through it."
"Because you're an impossible paranoid," she replied easily, shimmying into a fitted blouse and buttoning its sleeves. "Which is a good thing, in this case." Then she plunked down on the bed to pull on her jeans, wiggling into the tight denim before standing up to button and zip them. Before pulling on her boots, she drifted across the bedroom to sidle up against her lover's nicely thick body, tugging his head down to hers for a sweet, soft kiss.
"We can keep this secret, moya zvezda," she told him, lips brushing against his. The little princess slid small arms around Nikolai's waist, hugging him close while she teased her mouth against his jaw, his chin, and finally rose high on her toes to kiss him again, giggling into their sweet, tender affection. "And we can be terrible when we're alone together, da? ...because I want you again," she insisted, small hands sliding down to grip his deliciously toned ass, squeezing hard.
"I figured you were still worn out from last night," Nikolai teases back, laughing as she grabs his ass and grabs hers in return. He slides his hands under her knees to hike her up so he can hold her with legs around his waist and kisses her again, a little more desperate than the sweet kiss she'd given him.
"But if you want to do that again, I think I could manage to perform. After all, I am a super soldier. I have the stamina for it."
Testing with her has proven it's the case, anyway.
Natalia squeaked delight when Nikolai hefted her, and she willingly wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, laughing into their kisses that quickly turned serious and needy. "I'm young," she reminded him breathlessly, "I recover quickly." Small hands threaded into Nikolai's dark hair, silky against her fingers. "And yes, I want. I want, I want, I want."
Her thighs squeezed his waist, the soreness from the night before by now a pleasant ache, and she wiggled against him and in his hands, needing both them and his mouth on her naked skin. As soon as possible. "I'd say fuck the horseback ride and let's just go back to bed, but once we're out at the playhouse, we can be as loud as we want." She breathed it against his cheek, squirming in teenaged exuberance.
"Let's go," Nikolai agrees, kissing her one last time before setting her down. He feels young again, as young as Natalia is, and he wonders if he ever felt like this before her. Did he feel this way before his life was stolen? Did he ever steal away with a girl and make love to her in all the secret places he could find? Nikolai doesn't know but he does know that he's doing it now.
The stables have always been a place he likes and getting their horses out and saddling them is no problem. His own horse, Cuddles, doesn't look much like her name being the draft horse she is but she'd been named by a six year old princess and not an adult. Besides, he actually likes Cuddles. She is sort of cuddly.
Hearing Nikolai's gentle teasing, the princess grinned and led Gregori out of his stall, the tall black and white gelding nickering at his friend across the aisle. Cuddles whickered back, and one of the grooms assisted the little princess with saddle and bridle, while she gave out treats to both animals happily.
"I'm hurrying!" she insisted, sticking out her tongue at her beloved as he adjusted Cuddles' own saddle. Equitation had been a part of her education, but Nikolai had had to learn right along with her, and those memories were memories that she cherished. Cuddles had been her first horse, and the old chestnut mare was still, and always would be, a favored pet.
Once they were in the saddle and out on the open ground, Natalia urged Gregori into a smooth trot, more than willing to get away from the palace and out into the forest surrounding the expansive property. She laughed happily; the sun was shining, she was safe, her lover was nearby, and they were disappearing off into their own world for the rest of the day. For the first time since she'd been reft away, the Grand Duchess was truly happy.
Nikolai is happy too. This is the most he's smiled in, well, ever and he thinks it's fairly obvious that he's happy when he's with Natalia. She's always made him happy and these horse rides have made him smile even when she was so small that she was sitting in the saddle with him half the time.
He pushes Cuddles a little into a canter before circling around. There's a little cabin/playhouse in this part of the woods and while it isn't fully furnished or anything it's certainly good enough for what he has in mind.
"You know, I'd fuck you in the field right here in the open if I thought we wouldn't be caught out."
Natalia giggled wildly, urging Gregori up a pace. "When I'm Tsarina!" she called into the whistling wind between them, the horses matching strides as they galloped across the flower-dappled field. It was perhaps a mile and a half to their destination, and the trails were thin, far too thin for a vehicle to access. On foot or on horseback was the only viable way to approach, and the animals knew where they were headed, for sweet grass and cold spring water awaited them there.
Exhilarated by the ride, the princess dropped lightly to the ground once they reached the little izba, a small cabin her father had built for her back when she'd been small. It had been her fairytale house, her own personal castle, and then her modern, glamorous flat in the city, but in all of her imaginings, Nikolai had always been right there with her, taking tea with elves, playing knight to the princess, and chauffeuring the rich fashion model all over the city.
Now, it was to be their secret place, their bower where they could gorge on each other for as long as they could, and Natalia bustled about putting the animals in the small paddock and pulling off saddles and bridles so they could graze, then she skipped inside after Nikolai finished his meticulous security sweep and closed the door behind them.
"A little dusty," she observed, brushing her nose. "But everything's still here, so that's good, isn't it?" The Grand Duchess gave a little squeal, pulled off her boots, and began to examine everything, just as it was when she left it the last time.
"We haven't been inside for a while," Nikolai agrees. He ruffles his right hand through her hair since she's at the perfect height for him to do that; he does love that his printsessa is so much shorter than him. It makes it so he can treat her like the tiny doll he thinks her to be. She's a woman, now, and it's much different than when they used to come out here.
"Do you think I can even fit inside anymore? I think I've grown," he teases, sliding his arms around her and pushing her back to his front. He untucks her shirt and starts tugging at the buttons, careful not to pop any of them.
Natalia giggled and ducked out from under his teasing hand, but squeaked in glee when Nikolai caught her and tugged her back against his chest, her tone quickly evolving to a wanton moan to feel his body so thick and hard against her slighter frame. His arms came around her and she shivered, loving how it felt to be cradled so close.
"Nikki..." she purred encouragement, helping him untuck her blouse and arching her back when the buttons began to come loose, also needing his mismatched hands on her skin. Natalia reached behind her and rubbed the flat of her hand up and down his zipper, all too eager to feel his cock harden and thicken.
"Da, malyshka, da..." Her breasts ached, yearning for his touch, and she quickly shimmied out of the blouse once all the buttons were undone. Tilting her head, Natalia offered him her throat and pale shoulder, already a little breathless at the thought of finally being together again.
"I would rip this if it didn't mean getting caught," Nikolai rumbles against her temple, fingers pulling at her bra to get it out of his way. He probably shouldn't be so...animalistic with someone who is just getting used to sex but he cannot help it, not with his Natalia. Besides, they ought to start as they mean to go on.
"Someday, I'll rip all your fine clothes from you," he says, kissing her neck while he starts working on her jeans.
A primal shudder coursed through her just thinking about it; imagining her Nikki tearing at her official garments of state, leaving them in shreds just to reach her skin. Natalia reached up and dove her hand into his thick hair, holding his head against her as she whimpered and moaned, already writhing against him as he attacked her jeans.
The second the button came undone, she took hold of his wrist and shoved his hand beneath the coarse denim and beneath the thin silk, biting her lips on a harsh cry as calloused fingertips met slick wet folds. The princess rolled her hips against Nikolai's hand, all but begging in her youthful lust, needing him to throw her down and ravage her how he wanted.
Of course, there's been too much patience between them and he probably ought to quit with that, considering they've gone through the last goalpost and have already slept together. Still, he likes to take his time and having it happen quickly isn't something he's ready for yet. He still wants to savor her.
"I want to make you fall apart," he whispers hotly, fingertips spreading her wide so he can touch and feel. "And make you beg. Do you want that?"
Her lip curled; patience was a forgotten memory. She whined to his teasing, squirming against his fingers even as she worked her tight jeans down over her hips. "I'll beg," she promised, voice heated and husky, turning her head to find his mouth with hers, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue. "Please, Nikki, oh-pleeease..."
Knees already trembling, Natalia leaned back against her beloved's chest, letting him support her while she wiggled and writhed. His hand between her legs was making her loins flare, a bonfire sparking to life deep inside that only he could quench. "Daaaa..." she moaned, head falling back and lips gasping soft little breaths.
The little princess couldn't wait for her Nikolai to push her down on her hands and knees and fuck her like the animal she knew lurked just beneath his skin; she ground her rear into his crotch, begging for exactly that.
"Begging is nice," Nikolai concedes. It does look good on his printsessa, seeing her flushed and needy. When she grinds her ass against him he does his best to get their clothes off the rest of the way without tearing anything and keeps her hauled against him, breath hot against her ear.
"You're going to have to tell me how you want it, little printsessa," he murmurs. "I'm yours, anyway you want it, and I need to know exactly how you want it. I need you. I need you so much."
It just seems to be more after he's had her; pushing through to the last act had done nothing to slake his thirst.
The first feel of skin-on-skin was electrifying. Natalia whimpered and moaned, unable to keep still when he was so thick and large behind her, but the words he rasped beneath her ear nearly drove her right out of her mind. She mewled, caught in the grip of teenaged lust, but managed enough coherence to stumble over to the small sideboard, dragging him behind her, and planted both hands firmly atop it, arching her back and thrusting her hips back.
Natalia gave her head a little toss, imperious with scarlet curls tumbling down her back back, and she deliberately parted her legs just enough, and fixed her lover with a sloe-eyed glance over one pale bare shoulder. "...like this, Nikki," she hissed, wiggling her rump invitingly. "...I want it just like this. Pleeeeease...?"
"You're a bold one," he says, laughing a little before slipping behind her, hands full of the lush curves of her ass. He doesn't go in, not yet, but he teases her by sliding against her and letting the slick between her legs coat his cock. He'll tease her first before he gives her exactly what she wants; she's his and he's hers, yes, but he can still reserve a little.
"You're going to have to beg harder, though, or I'm only giving you this," he says, pumping his hips again. "Because once I give you what you want, I'm taking it until you squeal for me, little printsessa."
He slides his hands up to cup her breasts while he speaks, teasing over the nipples with mis-matched thumbs.
She gave a soft squeal when she felt Nikolai grip her ass, then a sultry moan when his cock slid between her legs, tantalizing and teasing. Her loins ached, needing to have him sheathed inside her and thrusting hard, but Nikki seemed determined to torture her first. Beg, he'd said. Beg.
"...Nikkiiiii," she whined, sliding over a little more, presenting all of her lush body for his eyes. "Baby, pleeease...I want it." She wiggled over his cock, trying to slip even an inch of him inside, where she throbbed. Red curls bounced when she tossed her head, back arching to fill his hands even more with her breasts, wanting the stimulation of both of his hands.
Natalia half turned to gaze back at him, tongue running around her lips as she panted softly. "...give it to me," she whimpered, dark green eyes dilated and liquid. "Love you, moya zvezda...want you so much...oh-mmm-pleeease fill me up like you did last night...fuck me, Nikki, fuck me again..."
"I can't say no to a pretty girl like you," Nikolai says, groaning as he slides into her and pushes in to the hilt. She's still tight and wet around him, just as tight as the first time, and he huffs a quick breath before pulling out and pushing back in hard. It's harder than he should be, he thinks, but he can't control himself.
"Tell me if you want more," he says, controlled thrusts starting to get faster and the slap of skin between them more desperate. He doesn't get winded from exercise but he does from this, his breath stolen from how goddamn good it feels to be inside her.
She shuddered and gave another long, low whimper when Nikolai hilted inside her, hissing a breath to be filled so full once more. Then he was sliding out and shoving back in, hard enough to jolt her up on her toes, and Natalia moaned, wanting more. The raucous sounds of flesh-in-flesh smoked in her ears, and she jerked with every rough thrust, whining and biting at her lips to keep from outright screaming.
"...Nikki-!" She couldn't help crying out his name, small hands curling into fists as Nikolai gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding her tender little body like the beast that he was. "I love you," she panted, propping up on one small hand, the other reaching behind her to hang onto his titanium arm.
"Love-you-love-you-love-you..." Running out of breath, the Grand Duchess gasped and whined, hiking a bare knee up on the counter to splay herself even more for her lover's ruthless rutting.
It feels so good to hear after decades in the ice and not being cared about or loved by anyone. This woman has him wrapped around her finger and he'd do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth for her. He'd nearly burned the world when she was taken and he's never letting it happen again. He's never wasting a moment with her again.
She splays herself wider for him and he moves faster, body heavy as he fucks into her. Normally, he wouldn't be so rough but he's just goddamned desperate for her and he's not thinking about leaving bruises or anything that might look suspicious from the outside. Right now, his only thoughts are Natalia and how he can make her come on his cock again and again.
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Instead, Nikolai busies himself with pancakes and tries to keep his mouth full so any questions he gets asked have to be thought about for a long moment before he answers. No surprises. When the Tsar turns to him and asks how he is, he nearly chokes.
"I'm very well this morning, your Excellency. And yourself?"
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She'd not been to the stables since before leaving for Malta, and since it was now summer, any outdoor activities not involving snow were do be done quickly. Winter came early in their kingdom. "...as long as Nikki doesn't mind, of course." Her childhood hideaway was accessible by horseback, and secreted well back in the woods, away from any nosy paparazzi and prying eyes.
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"Surely the horses will have missed us - or yours will have missed you. I don't think mine misses me vaulting up on her back with this heavy body. She's lucky she's a draft horse and not a thoroughbred. I don't think anything less could carry me."
It's the most he's spoken in a while and he wonders if it isn't nervousness. Is he nervous? Possibly.
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After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared away, Natalia pyrooted through her closet for something a little more suitable to wear for outdoors, and emerged with a handful of clothing, dumping it on her rumpled bed as she eyed her guardian a little curiously.
"Were you nervous, Nikki? During breakfast?" A teasing grin played over her lips.
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"I don't know why but I am questioning everything we do alone together and worried someone might notice. They won't, though, because we've been like this for so long. Everyone is used to me sleeping in your room - even your father. No one could possibly see through it."
And, yet - he worries she'll be taken from him.
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"We can keep this secret, moya zvezda," she told him, lips brushing against his. The little princess slid small arms around Nikolai's waist, hugging him close while she teased her mouth against his jaw, his chin, and finally rose high on her toes to kiss him again, giggling into their sweet, tender affection. "And we can be terrible when we're alone together, da? ...because I want you again," she insisted, small hands sliding down to grip his deliciously toned ass, squeezing hard.
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"But if you want to do that again, I think I could manage to perform. After all, I am a super soldier. I have the stamina for it."
Testing with her has proven it's the case, anyway.
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Her thighs squeezed his waist, the soreness from the night before by now a pleasant ache, and she wiggled against him and in his hands, needing both them and his mouth on her naked skin. As soon as possible. "I'd say fuck the horseback ride and let's just go back to bed, but once we're out at the playhouse, we can be as loud as we want." She breathed it against his cheek, squirming in teenaged exuberance.
"Let's go, da?"
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The stables have always been a place he likes and getting their horses out and saddling them is no problem. His own horse, Cuddles, doesn't look much like her name being the draft horse she is but she'd been named by a six year old princess and not an adult. Besides, he actually likes Cuddles. She is sort of cuddly.
"Come on, printsessa. Stop wasting time."
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"I'm hurrying!" she insisted, sticking out her tongue at her beloved as he adjusted Cuddles' own saddle. Equitation had been a part of her education, but Nikolai had had to learn right along with her, and those memories were memories that she cherished. Cuddles had been her first horse, and the old chestnut mare was still, and always would be, a favored pet.
Once they were in the saddle and out on the open ground, Natalia urged Gregori into a smooth trot, more than willing to get away from the palace and out into the forest surrounding the expansive property. She laughed happily; the sun was shining, she was safe, her lover was nearby, and they were disappearing off into their own world for the rest of the day. For the first time since she'd been reft away, the Grand Duchess was truly happy.
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He pushes Cuddles a little into a canter before circling around. There's a little cabin/playhouse in this part of the woods and while it isn't fully furnished or anything it's certainly good enough for what he has in mind.
"You know, I'd fuck you in the field right here in the open if I thought we wouldn't be caught out."
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Exhilarated by the ride, the princess dropped lightly to the ground once they reached the little izba, a small cabin her father had built for her back when she'd been small. It had been her fairytale house, her own personal castle, and then her modern, glamorous flat in the city, but in all of her imaginings, Nikolai had always been right there with her, taking tea with elves, playing knight to the princess, and chauffeuring the rich fashion model all over the city.
Now, it was to be their secret place, their bower where they could gorge on each other for as long as they could, and Natalia bustled about putting the animals in the small paddock and pulling off saddles and bridles so they could graze, then she skipped inside after Nikolai finished his meticulous security sweep and closed the door behind them.
"A little dusty," she observed, brushing her nose. "But everything's still here, so that's good, isn't it?" The Grand Duchess gave a little squeal, pulled off her boots, and began to examine everything, just as it was when she left it the last time.
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"Do you think I can even fit inside anymore? I think I've grown," he teases, sliding his arms around her and pushing her back to his front. He untucks her shirt and starts tugging at the buttons, careful not to pop any of them.
"I need my hands on you," he says softly. "Now."
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"Nikki..." she purred encouragement, helping him untuck her blouse and arching her back when the buttons began to come loose, also needing his mismatched hands on her skin. Natalia reached behind her and rubbed the flat of her hand up and down his zipper, all too eager to feel his cock harden and thicken.
"Da, malyshka, da..." Her breasts ached, yearning for his touch, and she quickly shimmied out of the blouse once all the buttons were undone. Tilting her head, Natalia offered him her throat and pale shoulder, already a little breathless at the thought of finally being together again.
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"Someday, I'll rip all your fine clothes from you," he says, kissing her neck while he starts working on her jeans.
"And there won't be a thing you can do about it."
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The second the button came undone, she took hold of his wrist and shoved his hand beneath the coarse denim and beneath the thin silk, biting her lips on a harsh cry as calloused fingertips met slick wet folds. The princess rolled her hips against Nikolai's hand, all but begging in her youthful lust, needing him to throw her down and ravage her how he wanted.
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Of course, there's been too much patience between them and he probably ought to quit with that, considering they've gone through the last goalpost and have already slept together. Still, he likes to take his time and having it happen quickly isn't something he's ready for yet. He still wants to savor her.
"I want to make you fall apart," he whispers hotly, fingertips spreading her wide so he can touch and feel. "And make you beg. Do you want that?"
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Knees already trembling, Natalia leaned back against her beloved's chest, letting him support her while she wiggled and writhed. His hand between her legs was making her loins flare, a bonfire sparking to life deep inside that only he could quench. "Daaaa..." she moaned, head falling back and lips gasping soft little breaths.
The little princess couldn't wait for her Nikolai to push her down on her hands and knees and fuck her like the animal she knew lurked just beneath his skin; she ground her rear into his crotch, begging for exactly that.
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"You're going to have to tell me how you want it, little printsessa," he murmurs. "I'm yours, anyway you want it, and I need to know exactly how you want it. I need you. I need you so much."
It just seems to be more after he's had her; pushing through to the last act had done nothing to slake his thirst.
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Natalia gave her head a little toss, imperious with scarlet curls tumbling down her back back, and she deliberately parted her legs just enough, and fixed her lover with a sloe-eyed glance over one pale bare shoulder. "...like this, Nikki," she hissed, wiggling her rump invitingly. "...I want it just like this. Pleeeeease...?"
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"You're going to have to beg harder, though, or I'm only giving you this," he says, pumping his hips again. "Because once I give you what you want, I'm taking it until you squeal for me, little printsessa."
He slides his hands up to cup her breasts while he speaks, teasing over the nipples with mis-matched thumbs.
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"...Nikkiiiii," she whined, sliding over a little more, presenting all of her lush body for his eyes. "Baby, pleeease...I want it." She wiggled over his cock, trying to slip even an inch of him inside, where she throbbed. Red curls bounced when she tossed her head, back arching to fill his hands even more with her breasts, wanting the stimulation of both of his hands.
Natalia half turned to gaze back at him, tongue running around her lips as she panted softly. "...give it to me," she whimpered, dark green eyes dilated and liquid. "Love you, moya zvezda...want you so much...oh-mmm-pleeease fill me up like you did last night...fuck me, Nikki, fuck me again..."
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"Tell me if you want more," he says, controlled thrusts starting to get faster and the slap of skin between them more desperate. He doesn't get winded from exercise but he does from this, his breath stolen from how goddamn good it feels to be inside her.
"Tell me you love me."
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"...Nikki-!" She couldn't help crying out his name, small hands curling into fists as Nikolai gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding her tender little body like the beast that he was. "I love you," she panted, propping up on one small hand, the other reaching behind her to hang onto his titanium arm.
"Love-you-love-you-love-you..." Running out of breath, the Grand Duchess gasped and whined, hiking a bare knee up on the counter to splay herself even more for her lover's ruthless rutting.
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She splays herself wider for him and he moves faster, body heavy as he fucks into her. Normally, he wouldn't be so rough but he's just goddamned desperate for her and he's not thinking about leaving bruises or anything that might look suspicious from the outside. Right now, his only thoughts are Natalia and how he can make her come on his cock again and again.
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