The Edge of Light ✔️

Chapter Twenty Six

E L E N A

Nikolai was standing in front of the mirror, slipping into his pants when I snuck up behind him. He didn't flinch when I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his shoulder. I was wearing nothing, my naked chest pressing against his broad back.

"It must've hurt terribly," I whispered as I traced his scars with my fingers. Nikolai visibly froze under my touch. I tried to find his eyes through the mirror but he avoided mine. My heart broke. Then I did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I kissed each and every one of his scars. The small, the big, the burn marks, the traces of knives, all of them. He tensed up under my lips, his shoulders stiff.

"I'm so sorry," I admitted as I continued to kiss him. Eventually I grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around, kissing the scars on his chest and abdomen this time. I grabbed his arms and hands and kissed them as well. I tilted my head back, feeling tears in my eyes.

With gentle hands I cupped his face and pulled him down to my height, gently kissing the scars on his face. He felt like the most fragile thing I had ever held, very contrasting to his hard appearance.

"It... doesn't hurt anymore." Nikolai's voice was strained as I parted away from him. My hands still resting on his face, my thumbs caressing his cheeks. He visibly relaxed, leaning into my touch.

"You didn't deserve this," I said and it seemed to make him tense up again. I kissed him again to ease his tenseness.

"Elena, I—"

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his once more. This time I pushed myself further up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck securely. I wanted him to feel how genuine I was with everything I had said.

Nikolai grunted against my lips, his arms coming to sweep me off the ground effortlessly. Almost instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him hold me close. My breasts pressed flush against his naked chest.

"I wish I could do something. Make you forget the pain inflicted on you." I breathed in between kisses. Nikolai's dark eyes found mine and all of a sudden they softened. A tender shade of honey brown blinked back at me. There was this fondness in his eyes, warming my chest. Almost like the eyes of a little boy wanting to be consoled.

In the blink of an eye I found myself on the bed, hoisted up on my knees and hands as his finger traced my back. This time it was him who kissed my scars. I hadn't expected such act to feel so intimate. Kissing one another's scar? That was the most intimate Nikolai had ever gotten, even after last night's actions. My hands fisted the sheets, my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip as I tried my hardest to hold back the tears. "Nikolai," I breathed almost impatiently.

Moments later his new, perfectly-ironed suit pants were gone, laying somewhere forgotten. I lay on my back, him hovering over me with lust filled eyes. His fingers danced over my skin, soft pants, sweet nothings, the sound of kisses exchanged.

Nikolai lined himself at my wet entrance. Then without a warning he thrusted into me. A moan pierced through me, my hands reached for his back, my legs securely hooked around his torso.

His movements were different. So unlike last night. What was a blur of lust, impatience and hunger was now passion, intention and pure tenderness. His movements were slower but harder, more powerful with more intention.

His forehead rested on mine as he panted heavily. His voice a blessing to my ears. I loved his breathy groans and his quiet praises. Especially when he dragged his tongue along my ear.