Page 70 of Darkest Deeds

“Loving you.”

Pulling almost all the way out, Niko kisses my neck before pushing in torturously slow. Over and over he does this until the heat builds again, this time with even more intensity. The deep, passionate kisses and soft touches are foreign but intimate. This isn’t fucking. I’ve been fucked by a lot of men, in a lot of ways, but it’s never been like this. I have no point of reference, but this has to be what it means to make love.

“Niko,” I beg, needing to hear the words before I shatter.

Taking my head between his hands, he brushes my lips with his as he continues thrusting tender and slow. “I love you, pchelka. I’ve always loved you.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I explode. My release triggers his, and he groans my name against my neck as he spills inside me.

We lay like that for the rest of the night, neither of us speaking of what the future holds.

As blissful as it is, we both know this bubble we’ve created can’t last. Tomorrow, I have to meet with Ethan and either salvage what I can of this broken triangle or destroy all three sides.

And in case the latter happens, I need a little insurance.

As Niko sleeps, I slip out of bed and carefully slide his phone out of his pants pocket. As quietly as possible, I key in the password on his phone I watched him type yesterday. Once I’m in, I start committing everything to memory.