Page 48 of Nidev and Lyric

Her frame quivered beneath him as he very slowly, very carefully removed his cock. Her muscles shivered and clung to him, a primal instinct to prevent the unraveling of a bond. One that felt sacred and special. And dangerous.

He’d gone deeper than pleasure. Deeper than feeling.

He scooped her up from the desk and cradled her in his arms, kissing her between breaths, sealing the moment in an almost warm secrecy. He carried her to his room and laid her down like something precious and fragile, his lips adoring and sweet as they moved along her face.

“You wrecked me, angel,” he croaked at her ear, fingers gliding softly. “Rest.”

Her body sang with bubbling warmth as he continued kissing and caressing every inch of her body. While her bones melted. While her heart succumbed to the ruin. While her soul lay stripped and bare.

He owned her.

Just as he vowed.

Just as he promised.

LESSON THREE

Lyric flung around and sat up, listening.

Her phone.

She gasped on the pain in herbuttwhen she moved, looking around, making out her surroundings. Nidev’s bedroom.

Where was he?

Carefully, she made her way out, finding the kitchen and living room empty, phone still buzzing. She stooped down, hissing at the ache as she grabbed her phone. As she swiped and unlocked it, it rang.

She stared at the screen. Nidev?

She hit the button, fear putting her pulse in her throat. “Nidev?”

His sigh came first followed by her nickname encased in soft silk. “Doo-nie.”

She paused as panic hit her. “Are you okay?” she whispered, holding her breath when they threatened to shake or gush.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he murmured.

“Where are you?”

“Someplace where I can’t put my hands on you but I can smell you.”

She stood immobile, confused. “Why… can’t you put your hands on me?”

“Because I hurt you. Because your pain is like a drug I can’t resist. Because you need to heal.”

She couldn’t stop her smile. “I am very sore,” she confessed, making her way back to his bed.

“I imagine that’s an understatement.”

“It’s not as bad as I would’ve imagined.”

“I had blood on me.”

She stilled at hearing his tone, not quite recognizing what it meant.

“Probably… normal.”

“There’s nothing normal about my hunger with you, Doo-nie.”

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