Book two of Unsatisfied.
Warning! Mature Scenes and Language is used.
Follow Revna in a whole new world...
Will she come back to her lovers? Or will she find new love with an old flame?
Nik helped me take the canvases to the car, before we both made our way to the car. Nik stopped me from getting in right away. His arms caging me to the side of the car with a smile that suggested anything but innocence.
"You are so beautiful when concentrating." Nik whispered as he leaned into me, his lips brushing along mine. "Even when it's not on what it was supposed to be." He added before kissing me sweetly. His tongue sliding along my bottom lip playfully. When he pulled back slightly, I smiled up at him.
"Is it a crime to stare at you?" I questioned. Nik shook his head.
"Stare away, love." He muttered playfully. "But only if I get to stare back." I laughed as I cupped his cheeks, bringing him down to meet my lips in a few short pecks.
"Don't you have somewhere we're suppose to be going to?" I questioned him with a raise of my eyebrow. Nik sighed before smiling at me. Pressing a peck to my lips before pulling away.
"We could always skip.." He offered, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I gave him a look which made him sigh. "Fiiiine! Let's go, love." He whined, pulling my hand so he could open my door.
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Nik drove us for a only a bit before pulling into a parking lot. I glanced at him with a knowing smile. A museum was in front of us. The Hermitage Art Gallery.
"So painting and now an art museum?" I questioned as he glanced to me, nodding.
"Have you been here?" I shook my head as he got out and came to open my door for me.
"Such a gentleman." I winked at him causing him to grin. His hand held out for me. I placed my hand in his, smiling as I got out of the car. Nik moved my hand to weave my arm with his. He guided us in, looking around. I noticed no one was there except for the people who clearly worked there. "Why is there no one here?" Nik was looking forward, grinning.
"Because, Revna, I rented the place for only us." He stated like it was obvious as someone stepped forward with a tray of two glasses filled with red wine. Nik grabbed both and held one to me with his free hand, which I gladly took.
"You do know- I don't drink, right?" I teased him. Nik's eyes widen before he smirked at me.
"Would you prefer tea?" He teased back, waving his hand at the guy in front of us. A minute goes by and he returns with a tea cup with what smelled like possibly a raspberry citrus tea. I gladly accepted it with a smile.
"Why thank you." I spoke to the worker as Nik gave the extra wine back, keeping his own. I raised the cup to my mouth, sipping on the warm tea as Nik placed his hand on the lower curve of my back, guiding me to the gallery. Paintings hung all around us as I glanced around. We walked over to the first one on the side of us.
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"The Kiss. Painted by Gustav Klimt." Nik spoke smoothly as my eyes took in the colors and shapes placed intricately to my the image of a man kissing a woman's neck.
"Looks like a Vampire kiss to me." I told him causing him to snort. Nik moved behind me some, moving my hair to the side and hovering his lips over my neck.
"So we could recreate this one." He spoke in a husky tone. I laughed, grabbing him.
"We just got here, Nik." I told him sternly. Nik raised his hands off of me in surrender.
"Alright, a few more paintings and then we call it." He joked causing me to laugh at him again. We moved to another painting and before Nik could tell me about it, I spoke.
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"The Tower of Babel. Pieter Bruegel the Elder." Nik raised his eyebrow at me before I pointed my finger to the descriptive gold plate underneath the painting. "I can read." I teased, making him grab my sides and press gently. I laughed at the feeling, jumping slightly.
"I can read." He mocked, pushing his face into my neck and kissing gently. "You may be teasing me a bit too much, love." I blushed at the feeling of his warm breath on my neck.
"Oh am I? What are you going to do?" His hands squeezed a bit more causing my body to jerk a bit.
"I'll have to retaliate after our date. But first." He breathed, guiding me through the museum. His hands never leaving my sides as he had me walk. Heat running through me at the though of what would happen at the end of our date plagued my mind as he whispered the paintings names and artist in my ear. Telling me how he met some of them and even showed me his landscape that he hanging here. It was beautiful. I think. My mind was too occupied.
