Page 110 of Bound By Revenge

The momenther lips touch mine, something inside me snaps.

I grab her and slam her back against the wall, my mouth crashing onto hers like she might change her mind. Her gasp is soft, surprised, but her legs immediately tighten around my hips, pulling me closer.

Then it hits me. The sound of her back hitting the wall echoes in my head like a warning bell. I pull back, breathless, my hands cupping her face. “Fuck. I'm sorry,kiska. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes flash, a mix of heat and irritation. She scoffs, tugging at the front of my shirt, trying to pull me back in. “Please. I’m fine, Nik. Shut up and kiss me already.”

I hesitate, still scanning her face for any sign of pain.

Her head thuds back against the wall in exasperation. “Nik, you'resocute when you get all protective, but I swear to God, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll?—”

I don’t let her finish. My mouth crashes back onto hers, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make. Her fingers dig into my hair, and I groan into her mouth, all my hesitation burned away by the way she’s clinging to me like I’m the air she needs to breathe.

“Better?” I rasp against her lips, one hand slipping down to grip her thigh as I press harder against her.

“Less talking. More kissing,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my mouth. Her nails rake down my back, and I get goosebumps all over.

This time, I don’t stop. I kiss her harder, deeper, my hands sliding under her thighs to lift her higher against the wall. She moans, her legs tightening around me, and I’m half-sure that if we keep going like this, we won’t make it to the bed.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” she demands when I start moving, her voice breathless but still sharp.

“To my bed,” I growl, my steps unsteady as I carry her. "At long last.”

She smirks, her lips brushing against my ear. “Aw, you’re not just cute—you’re sweet, too. The sweetest.”

I laugh, low and dark. "I'll show you sweet." I drop her onto the covers, and her hands are on me immediately, tugging at my sweater.

“Off. Now,” she demands.

“Bossy,” I tease, yanking the fabric over my head.

“Yeah, well, you like it.” Her smile is wicked, her hands already on my belt as she pulls me toward her.

“Can't lie,” I admit, my voice rough as I press her down into the mattress, her legs hooking around my hips. Her lips find mine again, and this time, there’s no stopping—no hesitation.

Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, her weight warm and comforting as she straddles my hips.

She bites her bottom lip, her hands trailing down my torso with deliberate slowness until they settle on my belt buckle. Without hesitation, she leans down to press soft, teasing kisses along my neck.

“Kiska…” I rasp, my breath catching.

“You’re so gorgeous it hurts me,” she murmurs, her lips brushing lower as her fingers skate across my chest.

The words hit me hard, leaving me dazed. This mesmerizing, beautiful woman is lavishing me—me—with her affection, her attention, her tenderness.

Helpless against her, I sigh, the sound quickly morphing into a groan as her kisses grow hungrier as they travel lower. By the time her tongue flicks against my stomach, I can barely breathe. Her fingers make quick work of my belt, my jeans gone before I realize it. Eager to help, I kick them off, the motion clumsy and graceless, but she doesn’t seem to care.

Her fingers hook around the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down. My mind scrambles for control. If she keeps this pace, it’ll be over before it even starts.

“Kiska…” I half-protest, my breath catching. “Slow down.”

She shakes her head, her smirk daring me to stop her. “Sorry, no can do. You’ve known what I look like naked this whole time, while I’ve been stuck daydreaming about what’s under this.” She tugs pointedly at the fabric. “Fair’s fair.”

Her words make my head spin. She’s beendaydreamingabout me? About what I look like beneath my clothes?

With a rough laugh that catches in my throat, I somehow manage to say, “It can’t be fair because no one could ever compare to you. No one.”

Her eyes soften for the briefest second before I flip us, pinning her to the mattress. Her back arches into me, and finally, I’m where I’ve craved to be—settled between her thighs.

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