Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under her skirt: The last Kiss: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 26

Anastasia’s POV:Heat spread across my chest as my eyes fell on my torn panties on the floor. The gunshots outside hadn’t stopped, but that wasn’t even my concern anymore. My concern was Nikolaus,on his knees, looking up at me like I’d starved him for days.As his fingers traveled up my thighs, sinfully making their way towards my abdomen.And just like his fingers, his lips followed, kissing me softly yet firmly as his lips teased me the way down until I could feel his warm breath on my pussy lips..“So ready for me,” he groaned, and in the next breath, he buried his face between my legs. His tongue dragged across my slit, sharp and sinful, claiming me without mercy.“Auhh…fuck,” A sharp gasped left my lips.I tried to bite on my tongue to stop the loud moans but that was a failed effort.His tongue licked me from bottom to top,slow, then fast,flicking, swirling, circling, driving me insane. My legs trembled with every flick, every stroke, my body betraying me.“You taste divine,” h

Anastasia’s POV:Tap… tap… tap…My finger drummed lazily against the mattress. Eyes still closed, I wished I could sleep in forever. I can’t though, because I have things to do and laying around was the least of them. As a sleepy groan left my lips, my eyes fluttered open.Still in Nik’s room.Still in his bed.But the man himself? Gone.A bitter taste invaded my tongue as my mind took a ride at what happened last night. It was impossible not to think about, his sinful mouth on mine, his tongue making its marks, his hands firmly claiming every inch of my body like I belonged to him.It should’ve felt like power. Instead, I felt… exposed. I hated it, I don’t want to enjoy it as much as I did but a sick part of my brain liked that could make me feel like this, like his. Shaking it off, I peeled myself from the sheets. Barefoot, still in his black oversized shirt, from the night before, I wandered across his massive bedroom.The room was just as dark and dramatic as I remembered, rich

Anastasia’s POV:The ride was quiet. Just me and Nikolaus.The silence was not uncomfortable but it was not comfortable either. Just… hollow.As we drove closer to the cemetery, I spotted a woman by the roadside, selling flowers.“Let’s get some flowers,” I said.He turned to look at me for a moment, then pulled over without a word.I stepped out, bought a small bouquet, and slid back into the car. Soon, we were driving through the cemetery gates.When we got out, I scanned the environment,people everywhere. Mourning. Faces tight with grief. Family. Friends. Strangers. Some children too. It was a strange thing to witness.“She knows a lot of people, huh?” I joked, trying to slice the tension, glancing at Nik.Not even a chuckle left his lips, he just slipped his arm around my waist.“She was a good woman…”he murmured, gently guiding me toward the burial ground where the ceremony was already underway.I couldn’t stop glancing at him. Nikolaus was always calm, always unreadable,but to