He ignored the apology. There was nothing to apologize for. It was a heat of the moment sort of thing... Kind of like the horrible dark spot forming on her collar from before. God, it was starting to look like he'd hit her or something.
Nikolai moved his arm from behind her back to slip his fingers into her hair and hold her in the, well, rather vicious kiss. There was no other way to describe it. It was like that one kiss was trying to violate her mouth in any way he could think of.
Trying his very best not to whimper as he stroked her, trembling with the effort to not just fuck her right out again. He kept the ball of his palm pressed up against her clit, middle finger slipping inside her. A firm stroking rhythm managed to form as he thought of taking her right in the chair - the images in his head making him moan.