[ Nikolai shivers again, and murmurs into her kiss. He sucks on her lip, and strokes her skin so gently. His hands move down onto her body, over her waist, and then finally, he breaks their kiss to look at her. By now, he's leaning partially on top of her, he's out of breath, and his lips are red from all their kissing. He's so aware of her hands on him, and of the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. ]
Alina.
Do you want...? [ A pause. How does he word this? ] I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for.
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Alina.
Do you want...? [ A pause. How does he word this? ] I don't want to do anything you aren't ready for.