Page 30 of Influence

He reached forward, caressing my left breast before cupping it fully in his palm. His thumb traced slowly over the sensitive bud through the lace of my bra, pleasure-filled pain shooting through me.

My core clenched, and my clit throbbed with need as he repeated the same sensual treatment on my right breast. His intentional touches sparked electric currents over my skin, making me feel delightfully mischievous under his unabashed admiration.

Heat surged through my cheeks, a reaction I rarely experienced. His gaze swept over me, absorbing every inch, leaving me exposed.

Goosebumps prickled my skin, and the ache between my legs intensified, a mix of painful need and vulnerability that was almost overwhelming.

Suddenly, he leaned in again and captured my lips with his kiss. It was deep and commanding until he pulled back, resting his hands on my hips. He lifted me into his arms with effortless strength and took a few steps before setting me down on a desk in the corner.

“Lift up.” Niko’s palms rested on my hips as he peeled the dress past my hips and flung it aside, leaving me bare except for the red lace panties and the matching bra I had hastily chosen this morning.

His mouth traced a path along the curve of my neck. He left teasing kisses across my throat and shoulder, hinting at hidden pleasures yet to be explored.

I struggled with the buttons on his black pinstriped shirt, eager to reveal the skin beneath. Matching his energy, I slid the fabric from his shoulders, my hands brushing against him as a sense of urgency enveloped us.

My fingers traced his sculpted body, his bare skin feeling like velvet beneath my fingertips. I gripped his biceps, his rippling muscles bunching and flexing beneath my touch. My palms roamed over his arms and down his back, appreciating every ridge and contour. He radiated strength, an embodiment of pure masculinity.

Summoning my courage, I let my hand drift between his legs. My fingers quivered as they brushed against the rigid length of his pulsing cock, straining through the denim of his jeans.

A growl rumbled from his throat as he lifted his head to lock his gaze with mine. His midnight eyes seethed with a fierce, almost savage promise of a storm ready to unleash with lust and violence.

This should have frightened me. I was treading into dangerous territory. Yet, my body shivered with exhilaration and anticipation.

There was no turning back. Niko intended to claim me completely, and I wanted every part of that. I craved everything he offered, desperate to reciprocate every ounce of that passion.

In that charged moment, I nearly confessed my inexperience, a truth that perhaps should have been shared earlier.

But experiencing his hunger for me and wanting this ache deep inside of me satisfied, I couldn’t afford the risk of him stopping. His cock still throbbed fiercely in my hold, and the raw, intoxicated blaze in his eyes made it clear he wanted me with the same intensity that I craved him.

My heart pounded as I recognized that Niko was leading us into a deep and wild rendezvous, and the thrill of uncertainty sent a jolt of fear straight to my gut.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, low and rough as he searched my eyes for any sign of hesitation.

I knew this was the moment when I could withdraw, confess everything, and have a candid conversation about boundaries.

Yet, wasn’t this uncontrolled, fervent longing exactly what we sought? Gathering all my strength, I raised my chin to meet his questioning gaze directly.

Fuck it.

I could no longer hold back.

“I’ve never felt more alive,” I whispered, surrendering the truth and the heated passion of our encounter.

He radiated primal satisfaction as he pressed his lips to mine once more, slow and deliberate this time, yet infused with an unmistakable lust.

He savored my mouth with sensual precision, making me feel as if I might completely lose myself.

“Please, Niko,” I pleaded between gasps, pulling away just a bit. “More…”

“I want more, too, Laya. More of you,” he replied huskily.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away and drop with a confident, tantalizing grin. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as his fingers caressed my exposed skin, his touch both possessive and gentle.

He sank to his knees before me, his gaze slow and measured.

My breath caught as he took hold of my panties, inching them down over my hips with agonizing slowness, until they joined my bra. Now, leaving me adorned only with my engagement ring and an ever-growing need.

His attention lingered between my thighs, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of vulnerability bubble up.

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