Page 113 of Bound By Revenge

“Yes,” I moan, my head falling back as his lips close over my clit, his tongue working me with devastating precision.Finally.

“Yours,” I manage to gasp, my voice breaking.

He groans against me, the deep vibration pushing me to the very edge. I cry out, so close, my body trembling, but then—he pulls away.

My eyes fly open, and I lift my head from the pillows, glaring at him. He looks up at me with smug amusement, his handsome face infuriatingly calm, like he’s entirely unaffected. He’s too much—too beautiful, too confident, too aggravating. In this moment, he looks like Lucifer himself.

With a frustrated huff, I sit up, my breaths still ragged. His eyes narrow slightly, curious, as though he’s waiting to see what I’ll do.

With a burst of energy, I push my palm against his chest, catching him off guard. His expression shifts to startled surprise as I flip him onto his back, taking control before he has time to react.

In the same heartbeat, I straddle his hips.

Nik’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but his grin spreads into something wickedly delighted.

He chuckles, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “All right. You have my attention.”

I roll my eyes at his condescending tone, even though I can’t stop the smile tugging at my own lips. Then, without a word, I reach down and wrap my hand around his hard cock, guiding just the tip inside.

“Oh, please,” I say, my voice sharp and full of confidence. “We both know I have way more than your attention—I haveyou. All of you.”

With one swift movement, I sink onto him, taking him fully inside me.

Nik throws his head back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat loud enough to wake the dead. “Yes,kiska. You do. You fucking have me.” His words are low and rough, practically a growl.

His hands fly to my hips, his palms caressing me reverently before guiding me to move with him, setting a rhythm that sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. His right hand lingers there, firm on my waist, while his left slides up to cup my breast. He squeezes the tip gently between his thumb and finger, making me gasp.

The fire inside me burns hotter at his touch. I claw at his chest, my fingernails dragging against his skin as I cry out his name. His gasp is sharp, his hips bucking up into me.

He groans, then reaches up, grabbing a fistful of my hair. With a firm tug, he drags my face down to his, his mouth crashing into mine in a ravenous, desperate kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, his hunger consuming me completely.

It drives me wild, obliterating the last thread of restraint I have. I ride him harder, faster, and he doesn’t stop me, doesn’t try to take control—he lets me take what I need, his hands holding on as if he’d follow me into hell.

He meets me at every thrust, driving into me deeper, harder, faster, matching me with relentless precision.

Sweet, ecstatic bliss begins to build in my lower abdomen, tightening with every movement. It won’t be long now. His grip on my hips grows more powerful, unyielding, and I know he’s right there with me, ready to follow me over the edge.

I force my eyes open, needing to see him—reallysee him.

His shiny black hair clings to his forehead, soft against my fingertips as I thread my fingers through it. His dear, warm brown eyes are squeezed shut in rapture, but I don’t need themopen to remember every perfect detail. I know them better than my own.

My hand trails down the column of his neck, and I feel the shiver that runs through him beneath my touch. My gaze drifts lower, hopelessly captivated by the sight of him—the broad strength of his shoulders, the curve of his muscular chest, his flat abdomen glistening with sweat.

Unable to resist, I bend forward at the waist, my lips following the path my eyes lovingly traced. I press soft, lingering kisses to every inch of him.

“Mine,” I whisper against his chest, my voice rough with need. “You’re mine.”

He chokes back a groan, his breath stuttering. “Fuck…” he mutters with a sigh, wrapping his arms around me, holding me flush against him as if he’ll never let go.

The tension inside me snaps. My breath catches as the pleasure crests, pulling me over the edge he’s had me teetering on this entire time. I moan, gasping as I throw my head back, the release crashing through me in waves.

“Kat…” he cries hoarsely, his voice raw and broken as he follows me. His body trembles, and I feel the moment he fully gives himself to me.

As my limbs go weightless, I open my eyes to find him watching me. He’s breathless, just like I am.

Wordlessly, I collapse onto his chest, with him still buried inside me. His strong arms wrap around me protectively, holding me close like he’s afraid I might run away.

Minutes or hours—I couldn’t tell you to save my life—pass in silence, the stillness broken only by the sound of our slowing breaths.

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