Page 35 of Niko's Printsessa

He runs his tongue across his lower lip, those dark hooded eyes boring into my soul.

I finally get my wish. In an instant his mouth crashes into mine, the desire raw. His lips move with a fervor, and my body responds immediately, like it was always waiting for him.

It was.

He lifts me and my legs automatically wrap around his waist as he walks backwards and lays me on the floor, his body crowding over me. Our mouths never separate and our tongues tangle together matching each other’s intensity. I knew kissing Niko would be otherworldly, and a rush of emotions tears into me. All the tension and underlying current pulses between us boiling to the surface. But, there’s something more, something that shouldn’t be here. But now that it is, it’ll be with me forever. Feelings so complicated words can’t express, and our kisses are the only language close enough to translate this powerful connection.

There’s always been a line between us. One he drew in the sand and one I knew we would never cross, but here he is, slashing every conceivable boundary again and again, staking his claim on me. This force between us is unexplainable. I can’t decipher what this moment means, but it feels deeper than a one-night-stand, more profound than physical attraction.

He pulls back and I tentatively search his face.

The center of my chest skips when I hear the vulnerability in his voice. This is a man who laughs in the face of danger, and he’s baring his soul. “You’ve ruined me. You ruined me all those years ago, and somehow, by the deal of the Devil, I held strong… but now…. when I think of someone harming you… fuck…. I will slice the fucker into a million pieces ….. the thought of losing you, even though you’re not mine to lose… fuck, Becca.”

My chest squeezes, his words a boulder of confusion, too heavy to comprehend.

The dark intent in his eyes and the flare of his nostrils and the way his chest rises and falls rapidly. Those dark eyes flame with hunger, like he hasn’t eaten in days and I’m his meal. He has the focus of a hunter, lying still but ready to pounce. My heart hammers, waiting for him to attack, begging him to attack. If he doesn’t I’m going to jump headfirst into the trap myself.

I lick my lips and his gaze follows the tip of my tongue. It takes great effort to restrain himself as his fingers caress the curve of my cheek, his lips softly following to the hollow of my throat. He nips my collarbone and I gasp, his hold tightening, certain to leave a bruise. I feel his control dissipate, and the kindling of need returns with each touch.

His lips seek mine out again, as if they hadn’t separated only moments ago. They yearn for each other with the need of long lost lovers, as if years have passed, and not mere seconds.

But years have passed. Years of longing, wishing, craving. Years of fighting, denying, lying.

If I give up control to this man, will he give me what I so desperately need? He has something other men lack. Not only power, but a warmth few people are allowed to see. He could ruin me.

His strong hands, teasing fingers, and magical mouth were created for pure pleasure. And destruction.

I want both.

Chapter Seven

Niko

If I don’t stop this now, I’m going to impale her and stay inside her for the rest of my days.

Fuck yes.

I should argue with myself, step back, leave, but I’m addicted to her soft skin, her plump lips, her tight nipples. I’ve had a taste of her, my new drug, and I’m already searching for my next high.

I tug her shorts off. “Spead those legs for me baby.”

Her eyes widen, but she obeys. I reward her, running my finger across her slick folds that I teased only moments ago, and a sigh of relief falls from her swollen lips. My cock is a rod of steel and my balls squeeze tight.

I wasn’t lying, Art and company are fucking lucky I didn’t gouge out their eyes and stuff them down their throats. I don’t care how old they are.

I slide two fingers into her and her eyes roll back under her heavy lids, her mouth gapes open, and she arches into my touch. Her breathy voice sends a thrill through me. “Oh, Niko,” She mewls.

Drawing those sweet sounds of pleasure from her plush lips is now my obsession. The hum of her body vibrates, she was made for my touch.

“Are you going to let me give you what you need,Printsessa?”

Her heavy gaze of lust meets mine, her request, although silent, is palpable. She bucks against my fingers, but I need her to say it out loud.

I slide out of her sweetness, and her eyes widen with confusion.

I suck on her taste and close my eyes with satisfaction. “You taste so fucking good.”

I line my fingers back up to her opening. “Say you're going to let me give you what you need.”

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