The Cottage, Prince's Assassin, #3.5 by Ariana Nash

Author:Ariana Nash
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub

Chapter 12

Vasili

Something had changed between them. It was subtle, and might have all been in Vasili’s head, but as he rode his orgasmic aftershocks with Nikolas clutched close, there was a difference. Maybe it was this place, with its isolation and sheltered waters, but it was more likely to do with the man whose heart was currently pounding so loudly Vasili could feel it against his own.

Thick, rough fingers skimmed down Vasili’s spine. Niko’s whiskered chin nuzzled Vasili’s neck. “Hm, give me ten minutes and we’ll do that again,” he mumbled. “Maybe slower.”

His man had no idea the impact he had on Vasili’s head, his heart. Before, his head had been full of cruel necessities, and his heart, well, that had been a crushed husk of a thing barely worth considering. Now, Nikolas filled both to brimming, which most lovers would probably appreciate, but the shift in mindset had Vasili reeling. And vulnerable. So painfully vulnerable. He liked that it left him exposed, possibly… Gods, he wasn’t sure. He did, didn’t he? How could he be so thoroughly terrified while also so absolutely in love?

And he hadn’t once recoiled from Niko’s touch, hadn’t even flinched as Niko’s chest had brushed the scars. It felt like the final victory over his past, like he’d shelved that horrible part of his life out of reach, where it could no longer hurt him. It hadn’t gone, it would never be gone, but it was over.

Niko’s nibbling kisses found the corner of Vasili’s mouth. His tongue invited itself inside, and Vasili surrendered, sucking on Nikolas’s lip and meeting tongue to tongue in a slow, sensuous kiss now their raw lust was sated. This softness was new too. To echo its gentleness, Niko’s fingers traced lazy circles over Vasili’s lower back, on the edge of tickling.

The kiss naturally ended, and Niko pressed his forehead to Vasili’s, his dark Seranian eyes full of emotion. His love was there, and Niko had been right. Of course, Vasili didn’t deserve it, but perhaps he could be persuaded, given time. Time he wanted with him here, and at the cottage. Time alone, away from the world and Seran and its council and the scars of war.

Niko’s thumb came up and brushed over Vasili’s cheek, beneath his damaged right eye. He clearly wanted to ask something but didn’t.

Vasili slipped his hand in Niko’s and guided him from the pool. Once out of the water, Vasili freed him and settled on the sunbaked sand, one leg bent, propped on his elbows. Nikolas lingered at the water’s edge, stunning in his nakedness. It wasn’t often Vasili was blessed with a full view of the ex-soldier’s body. Usually, he’d come to his chamber at night, but the lights were always low, shadows many. Now, sunlight had the fine hairs across Nikolas’s chest glistening with their captured droplets of water. The same wet drops glittered over powerful thighs.

He snorted at some thought in his head, plodded to Vasili’s side, and sat his bare ass on the sand.

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