He let his fingers roam over every silky inch of flesh he’d revealed. She shivered, a whimper escaping from her, and his nostrils flared. He’d never wanted anything more in his life than to flip her over and thrust into all that wet heat. He pushed those thoughts aside. He’d be inside of her soon enough. Right now was about getting her used to the feel of his skin against hers.
Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Nikoli watched her. She was nervous, but her eyes were locked on his chest as he revealed his bare skin with each button he undid. He pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. He gave her a moment before he leaned back and then tugged her forward until she landed against his chest, her breasts pressed tight against him. He could feel her pebbled nipples and closed his eyes. God, this felt so good. Too good. His arms wrapped around her and she relaxed, her head tucked under his chin. Lily’s warm breath ghosted over his naked flesh, and he suppressed the groan that was building.
She fit him perfectly. Her little purr of contentment made him smile. She trusted him. It was a truth Nikoli was proud of. She knew he would never hurt her. He wanted to see just how far that trust went.
“Lily?”
“Hmm?”
“Time to go to bed.”
He felt her entire body tense up, and he laughed. “Shush, now, Milaya. I don’t mean what you think I mean. I just want to touch you. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
A smile spread across his face, and a feeling of sheer happiness overwhelmed him. He didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he sat back up, helping Lily to swing around. He stood up, Lily in his arms, and walked the short distance to his bedroom.
The brand new king sized bed dominated the room. Her gaze shot to the bed, and he squeezed her hand, reassuring her. “It’s okay, Milaya, you’re safe with me. You know that.”
He left the door open so her panic level would stay down. Kicking off his own shoes, he set her on her feet by the bed.
The dress fell and pooled around her feet. “Stay still.”
He went to his closet and found the scarves he was looking for. They were thick, soft, and very sturdy. He took them back out and leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to blindfold you, Milaya. You enjoy that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a shudder going through her.
He smiled and covered her eyes, tying the scarf tightly so it wouldn’t slip. Now that she couldn’t see the open lust on his face, she was calmer. “On the bed, Milaya.” Gently, he pushed her backward until her knees hit the mattress. She fell back and lay there, her breathing a little erratic. Nikoli picked her legs up and said, “Go, on, lay back on the bed, baby.” She scooted and twisted, pulling her legs free from his hands.
The rigid way she held her body made him laugh softly, and he watched her mouth turn down in a frown. “It’s not nice to laugh when I’m scared.”
“There’s no reason to be afraid, Lily,” he said. “I’m only going to touch you. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“That’s all?” she questioned, nervous.
“That’s all. Now give me your hands.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Do you trust me, Lily Bells?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me your hands.”
Lily lay frozen, her mind whirling with a hundred different thoughts. He was going to tie her hands up. She knew it. She didn’t want him to, but she did. Why did he want to tie her hands? So she couldn’t run from him, her mind whispered to her. She thought about getting up and running now, but her skin felt like it was on fire, and all she wanted was to feel his hands on her. Since he’d told her he was going to touch her, her mind seemed to fixate on the image, her skin already craving the touch of his hands.
Could she do this? Could she let him tie her up, give up all the control she had to him? Did she trust him, he’d asked her. Her reply had been instant. Yes, she did. She trusted him. As much as she did Adam, maybe more. He’d never hurt her, he’d never pushed her too far. He’d been gentle and kind. And she loved him. She could do this. She could. Maybe.
She lifted her hands, and he crooned something nonsensical to her. She felt a soft material wrap around her wrists until they were bound. Nikoli tugged on the knots to make sure they were secure, and then lifted her hands up and fastened them to the headboard. He tugged once more, and she pulled at the bonds as well. They were tight. She wasn’t getting out of them anytime soon.
Nikoli moved away from the bed, and Lily lay there, her anxiety growing with every second. What was wrong with her? Why had she let him do this? She couldn’t handle this, and she started to twist her hands, tugging hard, needing to be free. The panic rose fast and fierce, and she started yanking harder. She needed out, she needed free. She couldn’t do this.
“Shhh, Milaya.” Nikoli’s hand covered both of hers. “You’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you. You know this. Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe and relax.” His fingers started rubbing slow circles over her hands, and oddly, her body did start to calm down. Not her mind, but her body began to unwind, to melt into his touch like it always did.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, and she felt the bed give where he sat down, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before moving away. “It’s okay, baby. We’re going to take this slow. Just relax.”
The sounds of Blue Foundation’s “Eyes on Fire” filled the room, and Lily focused on it and the thud of her own erratic heartbeat. She took deep breaths and just listened the sultry sounds of the hypnotic song. His touch began to chase away her panic, and she sighed. His fingers ghosted up the length of her arm and back down again, like a flame trailing sparks behind it. He ran his fingers down her other arm and then back up. When he came down again, she felt him. His fingertips were against her skin, and she shivered where they touched her.
He trailed his hand down her side, ghosted over her ribs, over her hips, and she jerked, not expecting the flare of desire that sparked inside. He continued his slow exploration down her leg and then back up along the inside of her thigh. Her breath caught when his fingers glided up over the lace of her underwear, pressing down slightly right where her clitoris was, and she whimpered. His fingers ran up to her abdomen where he splayed his hand flat against the muscles of her belly. His hand traced over her stomach, up and down, across and down again. His touch sent hot shivers running through every inch of her body, and she cried out when his hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered against her fevered skin. “Just relax, baby, just relax and feel.”
His mouth closed over one nipple, and Lily nearly came off the bed. If it hadn’t been for the bonds holding her to it, she would have. His mouth suckled at the tortured nipple through the lace, the material growing damp. Fire flashed through Lily and she cried out again. The sensation made a blazing hot trail straight to her clitoris. The little nub of bundled nerves began to ache and throb. The harder Nikoli sucked on her nipple, the more she ached. He didn’t even have to touch her there for the fire to build. She moved restlessly, squeezing her legs together tightly, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.
Nikoli let her nipple slip from his mouth, and she cried out, not in relief, but in something like pain. Her body throbbed, and she shifted. He stood up and she heard a rustling sound, but it didn’t register. Her entire being was focused on the sensations in her body and the sound of the music.
“Lily, I’m going to cover your body, baby. You’re going to feel my skin against yours.” Nikoli’s voice was almost hoarse, but she paid it no heed. She felt the bed dip again, felt his hand spread her legs, and she whimpered, trying to close them, but he wouldn’t let her. He wouldn’t let her hide from him. He pushed her thighs wide and settled himself between them. She felt his skin touching hers, the heat seeping into her flesh, her bones. His body swallowed hers, he was so much bigger. “There’s my girl,” he said, his voice a purr. “Are you good?”