[ The second-hand sensation of her gag rattles through his body, jolts a groan of reaction out of Nikolai even as he eases Alina back, gentles the urging press of his hand at her nape.
The rawness of the request that follows catches like a hook in his belly. Alina cannot be aware of how it feels, the way it is almost as if she is pulling on a line, making his entire body leap in reaction to her.
For a moment, he cannot find any words. ]
Are you wet for me? [ is hooked out of him. The bones at her neck graze his thighs as he shifts, as he leans down to cradle her face in his opposite hand and feel the wetness gathered at her chin, the accommodating give of her jaw. ]
You're so good, [ comes first, a ragged groan of endearment. ] You are so good, Alina.
[ But he has not answered her. Nikolai keeps her held there, keeps himself buried in her mouth. The muscles of his thighs are trembling. Watching his words settle, waiting to hear if she'll ask again. ]
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The rawness of the request that follows catches like a hook in his belly. Alina cannot be aware of how it feels, the way it is almost as if she is pulling on a line, making his entire body leap in reaction to her.
For a moment, he cannot find any words. ]
Are you wet for me? [ is hooked out of him. The bones at her neck graze his thighs as he shifts, as he leans down to cradle her face in his opposite hand and feel the wetness gathered at her chin, the accommodating give of her jaw. ]
You're so good, [ comes first, a ragged groan of endearment. ] You are so good, Alina.
[ But he has not answered her. Nikolai keeps her held there, keeps himself buried in her mouth. The muscles of his thighs are trembling. Watching his words settle, waiting to hear if she'll ask again. ]