Page 43 of Beyond Enemy Vows
He lowers his head between my thighs, and the first touch of his tongue makes me arch off the bed. He reaches up and grabs my collar, keeping me in place.
"Niko," I gasp, my hands fisting rose petals and sheets.
He hums against me, the vibration adding to the sensation. His tongue circles my clit before dipping lower, then back up again. All the while, he keeps that pressure on my collar, reminding me who I belong to now. And damn, do I love being his.
Every moan from my lips only makes him groan deeper into me. I reach for him, and my fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, but he doesn't stop until I'm shaking.
I'm climbing toward my release fast, my hips rolling against his tongue. Just before I tip over the edge, just when the stars are about to ambush my vision, he pulls back.
"Not yet," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I want you on top."
He lies back on the bed, and I kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. I then straddle him, positioning myself over his cock. I grab it with my hand to guide it, feeling it throb in my palm.
Damn, he's so hard.
Slowly, I sink down, taking him inch by inch until I'm sitting on him and all of him is fully inside me.
"God," I breathe, adjusting to the stretch, which is more than usual.
His hands find my hips, but one soon moves up to grab the ring of my collar again. With this leverage, he guides my rhythm.
Up.
Down.
Slow at first.
Then faster. And faster. And faster.
The feeling is indescribable. The fullness of him inside me, the subtle pressure at my throat, the way he's looking at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted. I feel completely taken, completely his, and on top of everything, I feel more myself than I've ever been.
No one, and I mean no one, has done this to me.
His hand cups my face as I grind into him.
"You're mine," he growls, bucking up into me harder.
His thumb rubs across my lips, and in the heat of the moment, I part my lips and suck on it, moaning.
"Who do you belong to, orea mou?"
"You, Niko. Only you."
He pulls his thumb out and finds my clit, circling roughly. "Good girl," he praises, and the words send electricity through me.
I'm close again, so close, the pleasure building until I'm trembling with it. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Please what?" he teases, slowing his movements.
"Please let me come," I moan.
His grip on the collar tightens. "Since you asked so nicely."
He thrusts up harder, deeper, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, and tingling fire courses through me. I feel numb and I coil so tightly and then explode. My vision blurs and I scream.
I shatter as my orgasm rips through me with an intensity that makes me cry and moan uncontrollably. My inner walls clench around him, and he groans.
"Fuck, Calli," he grits out. "That's my girl."
