Page 111 of Bound By Revenge

She sighs, her lips curving. “Sweet-talker.”

“I mean it,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers. “One look at you, and I was done for. You’ve had me wrapped around your little finger since day one.”

Done wasting time, my hands work quickly, stripping her bare. She lets me, her smile lazy and teasing as I peel each piece of clothing from her skin.

When she’s finally naked beneath me, I pause, taking in the sight of her. My fingers tremble as they trace the lines of her body, from her neck to her chest, to her stomach. Her skin quivers under my touch, and I I kiss her slowly.

“You’re more beautiful and precious to me than all the diamonds in the world,” I whisper against her neck, my voice breaking. “More than all the stars in the sky. Ya skhozhu po tebe s uma.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging until I meet her gaze. “What does it mean?”

I sigh, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m crazy about you. That’s what it means

“Nik…” she whispers, but I cut her off with a kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. “I need you so much it scares me,” she says against my lips. “When you’re not here, I feel like I can’t breathe.”

As if to prove her point, her lips press against mine almost painfully before trailing down my throat. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist as she pulls my boxers down. This time, I don’t stop her. When her hand grasps my cock, the warmth and softness of her palm almost undo me. I groan, my voice hoarse.

“Slow down. I don’t want this to be over in two fucking seconds…”

“I can’t,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my neck. “I always want you closer, but it’s never close enough.” She tilts her head, her lips finding mine again. “If you aren’t inside me soon, I think I might die.”

The desperation in her voice drives me wild. I crush my mouth to hers, moaning her name against her lips. Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head with one hand, holding her inplace. Her deep blue eyes burn into mine, stealing the last of my control.

“Fuck me, woman,” I groan, my voice rough with need. “Mercy. You’ll be the death of me, I swear.”

I wishIcould slow down. Wish I could be patient, savor every inch of her. But her confession ignites something primal in me—something raw and insatiable that I can’t hold back.

I brush my lips against her breast, sucking the hard tip as she cries out my name. My chest tightens painfully, and I close my eyes, trying to hold on to this moment. No one has ever needed me like this—me, not my power or my money. Just me.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her back arching off the bed as she moans my name over and over. The sound alone could bring me to my knees.

Her hand slips free from my hold, wrapping around my painfully hard cock. I groan into her chest, grabbing her wrist and pinning it back down.

“Oh, come on,” she protests, her voice breathless. “Please..."

I shake my head, my breath ragged. Knowing her impatience matches mine, I can’t fight it anymore. Denying myself is one thing, but denying her? Unthinkable. My other hand slides between her thighs, parting her wet pussy.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips rising to meet my touch. “Finally…”

I groan as my fingers slip inside her, finding her warm, wet, and ready for me. I press my tongue to the her taut nipples, circling them as my thumb works over her clit. Her cries grow louder, her legs spreading wider beneath me.

“Please, please, please,” she pants, her hips grinding against my hand, her body arching as if she’s chasing release.“So close. Please…”

Desperate to watch her come for me, I rub harder, but she shakes her head weakly, her voice breaking. “Please, baby, come with me. I want you inside me now.”

Her plea shatters the last of my restraint. With a hoarse groan, I release her hands and position myself at her entrance. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

Her eyes hold mine. I lose it. With one thrust, I’m inside her, hard and fast. Her warmth grips me, and all the air rushes from my lungs.

Then realization slams into me, and I freeze mid-thrust, my chest tightening with panic as my lips graze her temple. “Shit. Did I hurt you? Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

She shakes her head, her breath hitching. “You didn’t. You’re just so…” She pauses, grimacing a little. “Big. But I’m fine now. I’ve been dying to feel you inside me again. Don’t stop.”

Groaning, I give in. Slowly this time, I begin to move, fighting to keep my pace measured, but when she moans my name, lifting her hips to meet mine, I lose all control.

I wish I could say I made love to her. Wish I could say I took my time, savored every second, every sensation, every part of her.

But when she tugs hard at my hair—her other hand clawing down my back so hard I swear she’s drawn blood—I’m lost.

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