Page 163 of Bound By Revenge

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispers against my cheek, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth.

Eagerly, I obey, my heart pounding. His hand slips under the robe, dragging over my stomach with maddening slowness until he cups me between my thighs. A sharp gasp escapes me as his fingers begin to stroke me, light and teasing at first, each touch both infuriating and electric.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice thick with need.

I nod, trembling, my breath hitching as his fingers linger. My eyes slide shut, and a shiver runs through me when he lazily parts me, his touch slow and deliberate, teasing me until I ache.

At last, Nik strokes my clit, his heavy-lidded gaze locking on mine as he languidly pleasures me. A soft moan slips from my lips, and the pure, raw satisfaction that washes over his face sends a rush of heat through me. His expression is unguarded, utterly masculine, and devastatingly beautiful.

I sigh, barely able to find my voice. “Oh, Nik… I want you. I need you—all of you. Right now.”

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my lips, kissing me deeply. His finger slides deeper, sinking all the way inside me as his thumb moves in slow, torturous circles over my clit.

My legs tremble, growing weak beneath me, and I cling to his broad shoulders, leaning into him for support. His strength grounds me even as my body feels like it’s floating, teetering on the edge of losing control.

I throw my head back, moaning softly as he continues his slow, deliberate thrusts, his movements unhurried and maddeningly precise. His lips find my neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that send jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“I'm close,” I gasp, my voice breaking.

But just as I’m about to fall apart, he stops. His touch vanishes, his lips leaving my skin, and a desperate cry escapes me as my body clenches with frustration.

Gripping my hand firmly, he leads me to the edge of the bed. The heat in his eyes hasn’t dimmed—it’s only intensified, smoldering like an inferno. He sits, his powerful thighs spreading slightly as he looks up at me.

With a commanding tap to his upper thigh, he says in a voice thick with need, “Come here. Straddle me.”

I glance at him, my breath hitching, before letting the robe slide off my shoulders. The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me completely naked before him. His sharp inhale is audible, his chest rising as his eyes roam over me with unrestrained hunger. He shudders, his voice rough and reverent.

“Kiska… my woman is a work of art. A vision. A gift from the gods.”

A slow smile spreads across my lips as I approach him, step by step, letting him feel the full weight of my gaze. “Sweet-talker,” I murmur, my tone teasing, though heat blooms in my chest at his words.

Before I can settle into his lap, he moves with startling speed, making quick work of his clothes. Each piece falls to the floor until his body is bared to me. His muscles ripple under his skin as he sits back, gripping his cock at its base, the veins in his forearm taut with restraint. His voice is a low growl, thick with need.

“Come here,” he commands. “Take me inside you.”

I lower myself slowly, trembling as I hover above him. The moment his crown breaches me, his head falls back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. His hands find my breasts, rough and possessive, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples before pinching them firmly.

The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t hold back any longer

“Oh, Nik!” I cry out, my voice breaking.

Even with only the tip of him inside me, the tension snaps. My body clenches and ripples, the force of my climax overtaking me. Slick heat coats him as the orgasm searing me, and I slide down his length, unable to stop the way my body demands more.

My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin as I throw my head back, my cries filling the room. But his hand slides from my breast to the back of my neck, gripping me firmly and pulling me forward.

“Look at me,” he growls, his dark eyes locking on mine.

I gasp, my gaze captured by his as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me, filling me completely. My body pulses around him, squeezing him tighter with each wave of pleasure.

He’s so thick, so impossibly hard, his heat radiating through me.

The intensity in his gaze burns through every layer of me, leaving no room to hide. In this moment, as I stare into his eyes, I feel bared to him in every way—not just physically, but entirely.

His hands roam my body like he knows every inch, like he’s memorized me and craves to know me even more. As I come around him, a tremor races through me, and I can’t shake the overwhelming sense that he sees everything—all of me.

No part of me is hidden from him.

And in his eyes, there’s no judgment. No doubts. Only a fierce, unconditional love that tells me he takes me exactly as I am—and always will.

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