Page 73 of Nidev and Lyric

His words burned through her, overwhelming everything. Her own pleasure throbbed through in her core, clenching with every rough, desperate sound he made.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice breaking. “And you’re not going to stop. You’re going to take every fucking drop.”

She answered with a nod, her throat contracting with little moans that brought savage sounds from him. His hips thrust into her mouth, his fingers tightening as his entire body trembled. His release hit him so hard that his groan merged into a roar as he poured himself into her.

She took him, swallowed him, her own body shuddering from the intensity of it, the pain in her throat, the fire in her scalp. She was lit up, every nerve ending on fire with his pleasure. When his eyes met hers again in the mirror, her heart skipped a beat at seeing the raw, brutal satisfaction.

“Angel,” he rasped, his voice shattered with awe, while the fire in his eyes said there was still so much more to come.

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Nidev’s gaze was ravenous, molten silver burning with a hunger so intense it made her pulse falter. His hands found herhips, fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that bordered on pain. But it was the look in his eyes that left her trembling.

The next moment, he put her on her back, her body sinking into the cushioned couch, his weight pressing down on her, pinning her in place, swallowing her whole.

“My turn,” he growled, dragging her thighs apart with ruthless determination.

Her back arched when his hot mouth sealed on her throat. He sucked hard, his groan its own force in her blood and bones, pulling, milking, marking.

The pain and pleasure tangled as her entire body quivered beneath him. “Nidev…”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice dark and twisted. “Let me hear it. My name trembling on your tongue.”

Her fingers clawed, nails leaving trails over his skin, fueling his lust. His mouth moved, tongue tracing the line of her collarbone before dipping between her breasts.

“Your taste,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “I need every part of you. Every drop.”

His mouth devoured one hardened peak, his tongue circling before his teeth bit down just enough to make her cry out. He soothed the sting with slow, languid strokes, his growl of approval vibrating through her chest.

He moved again, traveling lower, his tongue dragging over her stomach, his hands holding her hips down when she tried to arch into him.

“Be still,” he commanded, his voice frayed and rough. “No moving for my queen.”

Her breath hitched at the promise of force. She wanted that more than anything, she wanted him to make her suffer. Wield his power over her like a weapon, obliterate her.

He hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them down her thighs and tossing them aside with a casual ruthlessness. His gaze was relentless all over her, making her entire body shiver.

He met her stare, his expression feral. “I want to hear you,” he growled. “Every gasp. Every moan. Every scream. And you will scream,” he swore as his mouth descended.

His tongue was hot and firm as it slid right over the center of her, shattering her. The heat of his mouth seared as he gripped her thighs and forced them wider, holding her in place while his tongue continued its brutal assault.

“Oh God,” she choked, her fingers raking his scalp. “Nidev… please.”

Her voice broke with the desperate plea, and he answered with a dark, satisfied growl. The vibration was like a shockwave through her body, making her tremble.

“You taste like heaven,” he rasped against her, his breath hot and thick. “And I’m not going to stop until I’ve devoured every last bit of you.”

His mouth closed over her again, his tongue lapping, swirling, teeth scraping just enough to keep her strung between pleasure and pain. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel him consuming her, his hunger a living thing that left her trembling and fighting for more.

Her thighs clenched around his head but he was merciless, his hands digging into her hips, holding her still while he dragged her to the edge of oblivion and kept her there.

“Nidev…” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please—”

He growled, his mouth never leaving her, his tongue moving faster, his teeth grazing, his breaths vibrating against her core until she thought she might shatter from the intensity. She writhed against his unyielding hold, her cries filling up the small cabin, hoarse and desperate.

“Say my name,” he ordered, his voice pure command.

“Nidev!” The cry tore from her throat as she bowed against the pleasure that exploded through her. A tidal wave, crashing, dragging her under until there was only sensation and sound. Even then, he didn’t stop. His mouth continued to work her, his tongue relentless, coaxing more until she was a chorus of wrecked emotions and shattered breaths.

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