His hands land on my hips, tugging me against him as he kisses me with the same ferocity, digging himself into that nook in my chest even I have no access to. But I don’t care. As long as I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest, as long as I can hear his growls of pleasure, as long as I can smell his intoxicating scent, I can flounder in self-hatred afterward. I can take on those vicious voices. I can pretend I’m not an entity of emptiness with no sense of identity whatsoever. I can take anything as long as I have him. Because Nikolai is the only one who kisses the pain out of me,
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