Page 72 of Nidev and Lyric

“Do you feel it?” she whispered, her voice trembling but full of satisfaction. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes,” he snarled, his fingers biting into her hips, holding her steady even as his body trembled beneath her touch. “I feel all of it. And it’s driving me crazy.”

“Good,” she breathed, her own confidence building. “I want you to lose control.”

A short laugh escaped him like a feral warning. “You’re playing a dangerous game, angel.”

Yes. Yes she was and she loved it. “Show me how dangerous,” she challenged, her hand moving with brutal precision, her eyes never leaving his.

He seized her wrists, yanking her hands away from him before crashing his mouth down on hers. His kiss was a storm, his tongue claiming her with an urgency that left her head spinning. “Time for your next lesson, my queen.Taste.”

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The world narrowed to the mirror, to the raw, savage hunger blazing in Nidev’s eyes. His chest rose and fell in jagged, shallow breaths, his body strung tight and trembling with restraint.

But Lyric felt it in the way his fingers dug into her thighs, his possessive grip unyielding. He was barely holding on. And she loved that she’d been the one to bring him to the edge.

“You played with fire, Doo-nie,” he warned, his voice a dark rasp.

Her breath stilled even while her body still trembled from touching him. Now he was looking at her like a predator ready to devour her whole and it made her heart pound, hoping he did.

“Do you want to be burned?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” she forced from her tight throat, her fingers clinging to his shoulders. “God, yes.”

His groan was pure, brutal satisfaction as he gripped her waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He sat her next to him and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her face to the mirror. He then opened his legs while his gaze burned on her in the reflection, his hand holding his cock tall.

“You wanted to touch your king,” he murmured, his chest rising and falling. “Now, you’re going to taste him.”

Her pulse scattered as she stared at him, the pure dominance in his voice, the unyielding demand making every part of her throb.

“You’ll watch yourself,” he ordered, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’ll watch yourself take every bit of me. Then drink me like you can’t live without it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice broken, trembling. “I’ll do anything you want.”

His groan was ragged, his chest heaving. “Show me.”

Her hands slid up his thighs, wrapping around the hard, burning heat of him. The way he groaned at her touch, his head falling back for a moment before locking his gaze on hers, sent a rush of power through her veins.

“Your mouth,” he growled between heaves. “Your tongue. Your teeth.”

Lyric’s breaths came fast and shallow. Her lips parted, her tongue slid over him, tasting the salt and heat. A rush of hunger opened her up and she took him deeper.

The savage sound that tore from his throat was pure rapture to her ears. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, forcing her to take more of him.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded, his voice frayed. “Look at how beautiful you are, taking your king like this. Claiming me.”

Her eyes flickered to the mirror. Her pulse sang at seeing her cheeks flushed, lips stretched around him. And him… The desperation, the hunger, the way he was unraveling right in front of her—she was throbbing with it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head tipping back as his hips bucked against her mouth. “You feel so good, so perfect.”

She took him deeper, her hands clutching his thighs, gaze locked on his in the mirror. He watched her back with wild eyes, his chest heaving, his entire body strung tight like he was seconds away from breaking.

“More,” he ordered, his voice a vicious growl. “Take me deeper. Drink me down.”

Her throat flexed around him, straining to obey his command. Praise fell from his lips, his fingers clenching in her hair—it made her need to give him everything.

“God, yes,” he breathed, thick and hot, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re so fucking perfect. My perfect, filthy angel.”

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