Page 80 of Savage Reign

I’m dimly aware that this is a mistake I can’t come back from. After this, I won’t have the strength to resist him. Niko’s hands on me, his mouth devouring mine, and his hard form pressing me into the mattress have reduced every coherent thought to ash.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing. Just like that.”

Meeting his gaze, I spread my thighs wider, offering him better access. His dick presses against me through my sleep shorts. His eyes darken as I moan from the pressure against my clit.

“Good girl. Get this shirt out of the way so I can make you feel good.”

I shift enough for him to lift my tank top over my head. The blanket slips down, and Nikolai—no, Niko—stops, his eyes heavy-lidded as they take me in.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, cupping my breasts. His mouth descends on my left nipple, sucking the areola into his mouth.

“Ohhh!” The sensation burns through me, racing to my toes before pooling low in my belly. My back arches, desperate for more contact.

His skilled mouth alternates between my breasts, his tongue swirling around each peak, teasing me while I’m pinned beneath his delicious weight. I want him to consume me whole.

I clutch his taut ass, bringing him closer, his hard cock pressing into me as I try to soothe the ache in my core.

“Yes, don’t stop. Please, I’m almost—” The words escape me in a breathless whisper. The rhythm of his hips and the heat of his mouth on my breasts have me teetering on the brink of release.

Niko releases my nipple, his eyes dark with lust. “Ask me nicely to come, and I might let you.”

“Let me?”

“Yes, let you. Now ask nicely, moya sladost.”

My fingers dig into his shoulders as his tongue tangles with mine. He releases my wrists to grip my ass, holding me firmly in place. I'm beyond rational thought—I need more than this teasing friction. I need to feel him deep inside me.

“Please, Niko, fuck me and make me come.”

The plea escapes before I can think better of it, but I don't care. I need this. I need him to claim me like I need air to breathe.

“Christ,” he groans, his eyes rolling back. “Extra points for calling me Niko. You better be damn sure because I’m about to spread these legs wide and fuck you senseless.”

His words hit me like a physical force, and any lingering doubts dissolve. I want this. I want him with an intensity that should frighten me. Instead, it thrills me.

He shifts back onto his knees, dragging my sleep shorts down my thighs. I feel exposed under his intense stare, but the raw need in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of me makes me feel powerful. His rough hands glide between my inner thighs, urging them apart.

“Dripping wet,” he growls, his thumb ghosting over my slit. The teasing touch makes me buck against his hand, a desperate sound torn from my throat.

“Please,” is all I can manage.

Rising briefly, he pushes down his boxer briefs and kicks them free before settling back between my spread thighs.

He slides one leg over his hip, careful to avoid my bad ankle, his other hand cradling my head.

“This okay?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with restraint. I nod, too far gone to speak. His dick notches at my entrance and then he sinks into me, inch by delicious inch, sending shock waves through my body. My breath catches, the stretch heightening every sensation.

When he’s fully seated inside of me, he pauses, allowing me to adjust to his size. My inner walls pulse around him, and his jaw clenches with the effort of holding still.

“So full,” I mumble.

He groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “You were made to take my cock.”

He drives into me, slow but unrelenting, stealing what little control I have left. My nails bite into his shoulders as bliss pulses through me. I’m so close to shattering.

“Faster,” I plead, rolling my hips to meet his.

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