I carefully slide one leg out from under the covers, the cool air hitting my skin. I pause, holding my breath, but he doesn’t stir. Emboldened, I inch my other leg out, shifting my weight toward the edge. As I’m about to lift the sheet and make a break for it, an arm coils around my waist, and I’m yanked back, flush against Nikolai’s very naked, very hard form. “Where do you think you’re going, moya sladost?” His voice is a low murmur in my ear, making my core clench.
