Nikolai had always been captivated by birds. Their elegant wings, the way they soared effortlessly through the sky-it was a kind of beauty that never ceased to amaze him.
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He often watched them from his window, imagining what i...
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THIRTY
In the corner of your eye, you spotted Claire and Nikolai, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. Nikolai, ever the jester, seemed to hold back a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You felt a rush of heat creeping up your cheeks, but Fyodor's gaze was all-consuming, his violet eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made the world around you fade.
You licked your lips slowly, savoring the lingering taste of him as you remained focused on his eyes. "Seems like we have an audience, don't we, Fyo?" you said, letting his nickname roll off your tongue in a sultry whisper, your finger lightly grazing his jawline, tracing the sharp contours of his face.
"Mm... seems like it," he replied, his voice low and teasing, a slight smirk dancing on his lips. "Let's make things private, shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, he moved closer, his hand grazing along the edge of your wings. The cold feathers responded to his touch, raising instinctively as if they sensed the intimate moment. He expertly used your wings as a shield, creating a barrier that blocked the prying eyes of your audience.
As you felt the warmth of his body against yours, the world around you seemed to vanish. You could almost hear the beating of your heart in your ears, drowning out the muffled sounds of the outside world. It was just you and him, two souls entwined in a moment that felt both dangerous and exhilarating.
Then, without hesitation, you leaned in, and he met you halfway. His lips brushed against yours, igniting a fire that sent shivers down your spine. The kiss was intoxicating—bitter and sweet, much like the taste of stained wine and vodka that lingered on his lips. It was a heady mix that left you craving more, each touch deepening the connection between you.
Fyodor's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he were trying to merge your bodies into one. The coldness of his touch contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from you, a delicious juxtaposition that only heightened your senses. You reveled in the moment, losing yourself in the depths of his kiss, letting the outside world fade completely.
As you pulled away slightly, both breathless, you could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, a stark contrast to the coolness of Fyodor's skin. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he were savoring every moment of this stolen intimacy. "I must say," he began, his voice smooth and velvety, "you have a way of making an audience feel utterly unnecessary."
You chuckled softly, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration flooding your veins. "I suppose we've given them quite the show," you replied, your heart racing from both the kiss and the thrill of being caught.
His lips quirked into a sly smile. "And what a show it is." He leaned in, his breath ghosting over your lips as he spoke, sending goosebumps racing down your arms. "But perhaps we should give them something truly unforgettable."
