Anastasia POVI woke up feeling sore. Every muscle in my body ached, a pleasant reminder of the night before. Memories played through my head like a movie, the bathroom, the steam, the way Nikolai had pressed me against the tile, the sounds I'd made that I couldn't take back.A smile played on my lips before I could stop it. I stretched, wincing slightly at the pleasant soreness between my legs. It had been a long time since I'd felt like this. Completely, utterly, thoroughly wrecked and I couldn't bring myself to regret a single moment of it.I was still lost in my thoughts when Nikolai stepped out of the bathroom.He was dripping wet, a towel slung low around his hips, his hair still damp and tousled. Water droplets clung to his shoulders, trailing down the hard planes of his chest, disappearing beneath the towel.He was hot, devastatingly, impossibly hot. My insides twisted in pleasure at the sight of him, and I felt my face heat. I couldn't take my eyes off him, more like I didn't
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