We lay there in silence, the only sound being the crackling of the fire in the other room and the howling wind outside. My heart was still racing, but not just from the cold anymore. There was something strangely intimate about the whole situation, something that made my mind race with thoughts I wasn't quite ready to confront.
But as the minutes passed, and the warmth began to spread between us, I found myself closing my eyes, the exhaustion from the day catching up with me. Nik's arm tightened around me slightly, and for a moment, I let myself feel safe, protected, even if just for tonight.
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I felt something hard presh against my ass when I woke up. Then I remembered where I was, and who was holding me from behind. 
Nik.
I stiffened. And so did Nikolai when he realized I had awoken and was now feeling his erection against me. 
He pulled away from me, leaving me cold and alone. "Sorry," He breathed softly, as if nervous or embarrassed. "Can't really control that.
I turned around to face him, and what I saw took me by surprise. Nikolai Wolves was blushing, his face flushed with embarrassment. His messy hair fell into his eyes, which were more awake now, the icy gray more prominent in the dim light. He looked different-vulnerable, nervous, even a little ashamed-but still so incredibly attractive.
He looked like he wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear. But all I could focus on was how the embarrassment softened his usual confident demeanor, making him even more irresistible. His toned biceps flexed as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to avoid my gaze, and I noticed the way his full pink lips were slightly parted, as if he wasn't quite sure what to say or do next.
Before I could stop myself, before I could think rationally about what I was doing, I slowly crept onto his lap. My heart pounded in my chest as I moved, waiting for him to stop me, to say something-anything-that would pull me back to reality. But he didn't. His breath hitched, and I felt his muscles tense beneath me as he watched me with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard.
He was probably usually the one in control, the one who called the shots, but now he just stared at me, almost in awe, letting me take the lead. I was fully in control. His pupils dilated, his icy gray eyes growing darker, more intense, as if he was completely hypnotized by me.
"It's okay," I whispered, my voice soft and breathy, as I reached up to trace his face with my fingers. His skin was warm, and I could feel the slight stubble on his jaw as I ran my fingers along his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before they snapped open again, locking onto mine.
He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, like he couldn't get enough of me. His breathing quickened as my fingers tangled into the back of his head, swirling into his blond locks. I gave them a gentle tug, and he groaned softly, his breath hitching again. I bit my lip out of habit, my eyes dropping to his, noticing how they were now fixated on my lips.
And then he looked back up at me, and the intensity in his gaze nearly made me lose my mind. It was a look of pure desire, of longing, of need-and it was all for me.
Without thinking, I leaned in and smashed my lips against his. The moment our lips touched, it was like something inside me ignited. He responded immediately, pulling me closer to him, as if he couldn't get enough. His hands gripped my waist, holding me tightly against him as his lips moved against mine with a hunger that took my breath away.
The kiss was deep, slow, and so incredibly intense that it sent shivers down my spine. His lips were soft, warm, and insistent, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation. I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the wild pounding of my own.
My hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. I tugged a little harder, and he groaned into my mouth, his grip on me tightening as if he needed to feel every inch of me against him. The sound of his voice, the way he reacted to my touch, only fueled the fire burning inside me.
His lips left mine for a brief moment, only to trail down my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. When he reached the sensitive spot just below my ear, he bit down gently, making me gasp. The sensation shot through me like a bolt of lightning, and I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped my lips.
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine, as if making sure I was okay with this. But I didn't need words to tell him how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. I reached up, pulling his face back to mine, and kissed him harder, my lips crashing against his with a force that took us both by surprise.
His hands moved down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled me even closer. I could feel every hard line of his body pressed against mine, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable level. His erection painfully hard against my panties. He shifted beneath me, his hands roaming up and down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
My fingers slid down from his hair to his shoulders, tracing the muscles there before I let them explore the rest of his chest. I could feel the strength in his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch, and it only made me want him more.
He kissed me with a hunger that made my head spin, his lips never leaving mine for long. When he bit down on my bottom lip, it sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn't help the moan that escaped. He responded by gripping me tighter, as if he couldn't stand the thought of letting go.
Time seemed to blur, the world outside of us fading away until there was nothing but the two of us, lost in each other. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with a heat and a passion that I had never experienced before. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.
Eventually, we had to pull apart, both of us breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips, the rapid rise and fall of his chest against mine. His eyes were half-lidded, filled with a mixture of desire and something else-something deeper that I didn't quite recognize.
We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies still pressed tightly together. I felt like I was floating, my heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. I didn't know what this meant, or where we would go from here, but for now, I didn't care. All I knew was that I had just experienced the most incredible kiss of my life, and I didn't want it to end.
Then I saw that teasing, mischievous glint in his eyes again. "Wanna go again?" he asked breathless, but smirking.
I matched his grin. "Fuck yeah."