Page 164 of Bound By Revenge

By the time the waves of my spasming orgasm subside, he’s fully buried inside me, his cock throbbing with restrained need. His hands grip my ass firmly as he raises his hips, pulling me down harder onto his lap, guiding us into a steady, unhurried rhythm.

The fire between us grows hotter and hotter with every deliberate thrust, and soon I feel myself climbing toward another climax, my body tightening around him.

He tangles his hand in my hair, wrapping the strands around his wrist with practiced ease, holding me steady as his intense gaze pierces mine. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, his voice rough and electric.

This time, as his maddening rhythm pushes me closer and closer to the brink, he doesn’t stop me. When I’m seconds away from losing control, he lets me throw my head back and move against him freely, my hips grinding into him, chasing my release with reckless abandon.

The tips of my hair brush against his legs as a raw, uninhibited cry escapes my lips. He leans forward, his mouth claiming my breasts, his hot tongue teasing my sensitive skin as I sigh his name over and over, my voice breathless and filled with ecstasy.

When I manage to open my eyes again, still gasping for air, I find him staring at me, his gaze mesmerized and wild. His face is tense, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes move over me like he’s desperate to memorize every inch of my body. He looks completely captivated, like my pleasure is the only thing in the world that matters.

Reaching for his hand, I pull it to my mouth, wrapping my lips around his index finger. I suck it slowly, teasing him with my tongue. His breathing falters, his chest heaving as I drag his hand down the curve of my neck, over the valley between mybreasts, and past the plane of my stomach until it rests against my clitoris. My voice is a breathy whisper. “Touch me.”

We both watch as his fingers slide over me, my hips grinding down against his hand, moving in slow, deliberate circles. He groans deeply, his eyes riveted to where we’re joined.

“I want all of you,” I murmur, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples as his gaze tracks every movement, growing darker and darker. “Every inch of you. I need it just as much as you need to give it to me. I needyou, Nik. Need you to ruin me.”

He groans again, the sound broken and rough, before his composure finally breaks. With a trembling hands, he suddenly grips my waist and lifts me, laying me brusquely on the bed. He doesn’t withdraw, staying buried deep inside me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, as he raises himself on his arms to hover over me. His dark, penetrating gaze locks onto my face as he begins to roll his hips, slow but forceful.

“You’re more than I could’ve ever dreamed of,kiska,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “Take me as hard as you want. Own me. I’m yours, Nik—all yours.”

His expression hardens with unspoken determination. With a sigh that sounds more like a growl, he wraps his hand around my throat, firm but careful, pressing my head to the side to bare the column of my neck. His face dips to the sensitive skin, his breath hot as he inhales deeply, his groan reverberating against my skin.

He nibbles at the tender spot where my neck and shoulder meet, teasing with his teeth before sucking hard, leaving me writhing beneath him.

“Nik!” I gasp, my voice shaking as he pounds into me, each thrust deeper and more relentless than the last. “Oh, God… right there, baby…”

My cries fill the air as he grabs the back of my knees, pulling me closer, angling me just right, his cock hitting places that make me see stars. His hips slam against mine in an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body, down to my very bones. His pace doesn’t let up, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the room, raw and obscene.

Then he lifts my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders, and shifts the angle, his thrusts somehow deeper, more precise. Before he quickens his pace, his head dips, and he presses a soft, reverent kiss arch of my foot—a tender contrast to the punishing way his body takes mine.

When I begin to come around him again, my body clenching uncontrollably, his entire body tenses. He lets out a raw, broken sound, his head snapping back, veins straining in his neck. His grip on my thighs turns almost bruising, forcing them completely open, as he leans forward to press his forehead against mine. His hips rock into me, hard and relentless, his breath hot against my lips as his dark, burning gaze locks with mine.

“I’m so fucking close,” he rasps, his voice rough and uneven. He’s so deep inside me, I feel the vibration of his words as much as I hear them.

I pant, struggling to catch my breath, my body trembling beneath him. My fingers curl against his shoulders, and I arch into him, desperate to pull him even closer. “Come inside me,” I whisper, my voice desperate and raw. “I need it—I need you. Please, Nik.

That’s all it takes.

His restraint snaps.

“Damn it, Kat.” With a sharp, pained groan, he drives into me harder, deeper, his hips pounding against mine with an intensity that makes the bed jolt beneath us. “Can’t stop,” he grinds outbetween clenched teeth, each syllable punctuated by another punishing thrust. “I can’t—fuck—fight it anymore.”

His strokes become erratic, harder and deeper, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. The bed creaks under his force, the air thick with our ragged breaths and moans. My body surges up to meet him, desperate for the overwhelming fullness of him. “Nik!” I cry, my voice breaking on his name, and he answers me with another deep thrust, his fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring himself.

“Kat!” he roars, my name tearing from his lips as his body tenses above me. “Fuck—take it, all of it.” His hips slam against me one last time and he buries himself as deep as he can go, shaking with the force of his climax. His hands clutch me like I’m the only thing connecting him to reality as he spills into me, his hips jerking with every wave of release. I feel the heat of his release flood me. His muscles tremble as he rides out the aftershocks, grinding into me with deliberate, almost punishing slowness, making sure I feel every last pulse of him.

Warmth radiates through me, consuming every nerve as I moan, my body shaking uncontrollably. “I can feel it inside me,” I whisper, breathless and raw. “So deep... so hot…” My knees give out, dropping to the bed, my body slackening completely as I come for him again, leaving me pulsing and quivering around him.

He groans low and rough, the sound vibrating through his chest as he feels me clench around him. He grinds into me again, his thrusts slow and languid, emptying the last of his come deep inside me. His jaw tightens, his face contorted with the pleasure of his release, and I feel him throb, sending goosebumps along my skin.

For a while, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Neither of us moves—we simply lie there, chests heaving, tangled together in a haze of pleasure. My body feelsheavy and spent, every inch of me alive but utterly useless after the storm of sensations he’s unleashed. My mind is a blank slate, wiped clean by the overwhelming intensity of him.

“Kat,” he murmurs at last, his voice hoarse and dazed, like he’s barely managed to find it.

I sigh contentedly, running my fingers over his damp skin. “I had no idea pleasure like this was possible,” I whisper, the words spilling out without thought.

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