My King ❈ NIKOLAI LANTSOV

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THE MOMENT WE ENTERED THE HALL, WE WERE SEPARATED BY THE CROWD.

Neither of us had a chance to talk as women flocked to my side, Nikolai blocked from my line of sight. I responded out of curtesy to the women and they questions, yet when Nikolai finally found me, I could not have taken his hand faster. He lead me to the centre of the room as we began dancing.

"You looked like you were in pain." He joked.

Of course the first words he said to me after being married was a joke.

"Don't even get me started on it." I breathed. He chuckled lightly.

"So, how does the weight of the crown feel?" Nikolai changed the subject.

I didn't know how to respond, so I said the first thing that came to mind. "Like a constant reminder of who I have to be."

He smiled, "At least you're not alone."

Before I could respond, he twirled me out. I felt free, his hand the only thing keeping me close to him, promising to pull me back in. My hands rested on his chest as I came back. I knew from here the dance became quite intimate, and our bodies would be touching for the majority of it.

"You look gorgeous by the way." He complemented, breath fanning my skin.

I smiled, "Thank you, my King."

"You're welcome, my Queen." He smirked, before it turned into a hesitant smile, "I'm a husband now. And you're my wife."

I attempted a smile back, "Sounds odd from the mouth."

He looked me in the eyes, "We can take it slow, okay? Or we can be passionately in love and all over each other. I don't mind."

I nodded, knowing for sure that my face was red. His arms wrapped around my waist, mine entwining around his neck.

"Do you think anyone will miss us if we skip the rest of the festivities?" He murmured in my ear as we left the centre of the room, the song ending.

"You are the King." I reminded him.

"And you are the Queen." He replied without a second thought, "And right now, the King wants some privacy with his Queen." He winked at the end.

"In that case," I started, whispering into his ear as I made up my mind that I wanted to take things fast, "I don't believe anyone will miss us if we leave."

More than happy, he guided me away from the crowd and the hall. Running through the corridors hand in hand as we laughed, he suddenly stopped. Before I could question him, he swept me up; carrying me bridal style the rest of the way to his quarters. Thankfully no one was seen, and he opened the door, kicking it shut as he let me down.

The instant my feet touched the floor, my arms, already wrapped around his neck, pulled his head down. His lips met mine, kissing me demandingly as he walked me backwards. My back hit the wall, Nikolai's lips trailing down my neck. His kisses attacked the skin at my collarbone, by body reacting immediately to his touch.

"Saints, Nikolai..." I breathed, my throat drying.

"I've been waiting for this moment." He mumbled. I let out a quiet laugh.

Feeling his hands travel around my sides, moving to the back of my dress, I arched my back. His fingers nimbly undid the ties of my dress, leaving it to fall to the floor in seconds. I noticed his gaze take in my bare body, covered only by my underwear and bra. His touch was feather-light, grazing my skin slowly. I unbuttoned his coat and white shirt, my hands falling on his naked chest as he moved closer.

"You're breath-taking, my queen." He whispered, handing creeping up my arms.

"And you're quite handsome, my king." I whispered back. My hands moved to his soft hair, tangling my fingers in his blonde strands.

"Quite?" He responded cheekily, making me gasp sharply as every part of our bodies seemed to touch. I hummed, unable to speak due to our proximity.

"Have I made you speechless, my love?" He teased, hands holding my sides.

"Stop teasing me..." I finally mumbled, my fingers tightly grasping his hair.

He chuckled quietly, "Where's the fun in that?"

Going to respond, my head fell back to the wall, breathing shallowing. His finger slipped beneath my undies, pressing against my wetting folds. He lifted my thigh, holding it to his hips as his other hand started slowly moving under the fabric. Every part of me tensed at his actions.

"How's this for teasing?"

He pushed his finger in, making my jaw fall open, a strangled gasp escaping. His finger moved slowly, inch by inch sliding in. I knew I was becoming wetter by the second. My grasp on his hair tightened. When he suddenly pressed against my walls, a moan was released from my lips.

"Saints...!" I cursed. My leg tightened around him, no longer needed his grasp to hold it up. That hand went up my chest, resting on my breasts.

I couldn't focus. Another finger pushed in, widening my hole. I moaned, the feeling of it so new. His hand slid under my bra from the top of the cup, pulling it down and letting my boob out of its confinements. I gasped.

My lower body pressed against him, unintentionally sliding anther finger into my wet hole. His fingers started quickly moving in and out of me. Between that and his hand on my breast, my eyes squeezed shut. His hand held my boob, a finger gliding over the nub, applying pressure to it.

"N-nikolai..." I breathed shakily.

Slowly, his fingers slid out of my hole, causing me to grind against his body. I wanted his fingers back in me. Thankfully, he wrapped my legs around his hips, holding me up. Pressed against the wall, I reached back, quickly unbuckling my bra. He seemed to understanding as he threw it away. The cold air met my boobs, causing my nubs to harden. In a second, his warm hands covered them, a finger twirling around one of my nubs. I gasped quietly.

Suddenly, I felt his tongue glide over it. His mouth encased my nub, teeth grazing it lightly. I let out a strangled gasp, my back arched as he sucked on it. His mouth took my breast while a hand squeezed my other one. Slowly, he released it, moving to the other. Touch, nib, suck, squeeze. It made me loose all sense and just relish in the feeling of it all.