(NIKOLAI)
I awoke early and found Dashanna curled around me. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon, and my mind churned with the events of the night before.
Embarrassment heated my skin. Dasha had witnessed my insecurities and pain, the memories that haunted and shamed me. I nearly had a panic attack in front of her.
She'd pulled me from my personal hell with her gentle touch and soft words, which had soothed and then aroused me, and I let her use my dick to get off.
Afterwards, I told her about Angela's death, something no one else knew.
Dasha responded with kind understanding, which I didn't deserve but soaked in all the same, and her sweetness filled in a few of the jagged edges surrounding my heart.
A sense of peace settled inside me, and I rolled her over to fuck her like she was precious. Like she was mine.
Just you, Moye sokrovishche.
Endearments and soft words were unacceptable, especially with this woman.
