Page 87 of Wicked Trap

Despite the blazing passion, she was shocked at his entry.

She cried out with her back arching and her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was shocked and felt overwhelmed with the feeling and sensations.

It felt as though he was everywhere—in her mind, in her body and inside her heart.

She couldn’t escape him. Feeling panicked, she tried wiggling under him, trying to get him to ease out a bit.

He groaned and held her hips still. He pulled back slightly, only to thrust even deeper than before. She cried out in shock as hot pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her along with hints of pain.

He placed his forehead against hers. “You are so damn perfect,” he rasped. “Everything I imagined and craved.”

Even as he spoke, he continued to pull out and thrust in deeper. The impact of each thrust made her body tremble. She felt possessed.

Knowing there was no escape from him, she embraced the overwhelming sensations. She raised her head and bit his rough jaw before kissing him on the spot. She bit his chin and then his neck. She deliberately avoided his lips.

He groaned, and his movements turned harsher. He didn’t let her escape. He caught the back of her head and gripped her hair to kiss her deeply while his body possessed hers.

It was raw. It was wild. And it was all-consuming.

When the climax hit her, it came without warning. She screamed as her body convulsed and shook as the tidal wave of pleasure hit her.

He didn’t stop. He continued to possess her until a similar wave hit him. Throwing his head back, he roared out his release. Along with his seed that spilled deep inside her, she felt a flood of emotions that shook her from the inside out.

Shockingly, she burst out crying. Tears spilled out of her eyes as she clung to him.

He held her as their bodies continued to tremble with the powerful aftermath. Later, when the trembles began to lessen in intensity, she still felt overwhelmed by her emotions.

“I-I don’t know what is wrong with me,” she said, feeling embarrassed about her crying bout.

He raised his head higher to look at her clearly. “Nothing is wrong with you, princess,” he said, pushing her hair away from her face. “You are beautiful and perfect.”

He was perfect too. So much that the act that began purely as desire felt as though it meant so much more. “Is it always like this?” she asked.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he kissed her again, a sweet kiss that was the complete opposite of the raw, passionate and intense act between them just moments ago. The sweetness of his kiss pushed away her fears and reduced the overwhelming feeling. It reminded her of the sweet bond and friendship that had begun to develop between them.

She kissed him back, enjoying the simple brushing of lips.

But soon the kiss caught fire. Her heart raced, and she could feel his heart thumping harder along with his hard arousal once again jumping against her stomach.

He groaned. “We should stop, princess.”

“Why?” she asked even as her sore, exhausted body started to come alive.

“You won’t be able to walk for the next few days.”

She blushed at his bluntness. She knew what he meant because she already felt the soreness in between her legs. “I don’t care,” she whispered.

He gritted his teeth as he watched her. She returned his stare, and then she knew the exact moment he lost the fight with himself.

“Fuck it. I want you too damn much.” His mouth crashed on top of hers.

Once again, the raw intensity and magic gripped her. Even as the arrogant devil possessed her body and mind, she knew he was equally possessed.

CHAPTER 26

Aryan looked outside the small window at the rising sun.

He knew he had fucked up royally.

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