Page 30 of Embers of Fate
I reach up to tug his mouth to mine, desperate to taste him, to lose myself in his kiss. But in a flash, he seizes my wrist and pins it above my head, trapping me beneath the weight of his body, his muscular chest pressing against mine. Without a word, his mouth trails lower, tormenting me with searing kisses that travel down my collarbone to the valley between my breasts.
I catch my panting breath, his intoxicating cologne filling my lungs, soothing my racing heart. But it’s a fleeting respite, my body already aching for more.
A moan slips from my lips as his free hand smooths down my hip, finding its way between my thighs. I’m on fire for him, every nerve ending sparking with need. Memories of that night at the club flash through my mind, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. I want that again, want him, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Our clothes are shed in a frenzy of desperate hands and seeking mouths. Nik’s lips trail lower, his kisses searing a path down my belly, until they reach the apex of my thighs. I writhe and moan beneath his touch, his powerful hold on me only heightening my pleasure.
He smiles against my skin, his caress growing bolder, more demanding, until I’m teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Once, and then again, he pushes me over the edge, my body convulsing with the force of my release. “Oh, gods!” I cry out, breathless and elated. “Nik!” I can’t wait any longer. I need him now, or I’m going to combust.
He straightens, watching me with hungry eyes as I come down from my high. And then his body is lowering over mine, his lips sealing over my own in a kiss that steals my breath and sets my soul on fire. I moan into his mouth, my tongue tangling with his in a dance of passion and need.
“Nik…” I beg again, my hand cupping his square jaw, my fingers tracing the stubble that roughens his skin.
A low growl rumbles in his chest, and he grips my wrists roughly, pinning both of my hands above my head. I’m left panting, my chest heaving, my body aching for his touch.
“Are you ready for me?” he purrs, his voice a seductive rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
“Uh-huh...” I breathe, my mind hazy with desire.
When his hardness slips between my thighs, I moan, my body writhing beneath his. And then he’s sheathing himself inside me, filling me so completely that I gasp at the sweet agony of it.
“Good girl...” he sighs in my ear, the words shooting a thrill straight to my core. “Take every… fucking… inch.” He thrusts deeper, stretching me in ways that make me see stars. I bite my lip, my eyes squeezing shut at the exquisite fullness that consumes me. He’s so big, so deep, it feels as if he touches every part of me—body, mind, and soul.
Nik’s thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, as if he’s savoring every inch he takes, every moan that escapes my lips. His hands now cradle my hips, holding me steady as he plunges deeper and deeper within me, his manhood sliding against nerve endings I didn’t know existed. The intensity of the sensation is almost too much to bear, yet I don’t want it to end.
My body molds to his, every curve and plane fitting together like puzzle pieces. In his arms, I feel free, feel home, like I’ve finally found the place I belong. Our bodies rock together in perfect harmony, the pleasure building and building until I’m lost in a haze of sensation.
My nails dig into the bedding, and I arch my back to meet his every thrust, desperate for more. He’s primal now, a dragon claiming his mate, and I’m powerless to resist. The night air swirls around us, whirling with our mingled scents: his earthy cologne and my feminine musk.
“You feel so good,” he groans against my ear, his voice raw with need. “So wet and tight.” And then he kisses down my neck, lavishing hot, open-mouthed kisses on my collarbone that send shivers of pleasure through me. His hands roam my body, molding and squeezing each curve of my heated flesh as if he’s memorizing every inch of me.
He picks up the pace, driving into me with more force, and I gasp at the sheer intensity of it all. “Nik... Oh gods... yes!” I moan unabashedly, suffused in the heady pleasure of it all. My senses are on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as our bodies dance together in sublime unison.
“That’s it... so good...” he groans in response, his breath hot against my ear. His grip on my wrists tightens, but the pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through my veins. “You’re mine.”
He growls as he pushes deeper, the primal sound making my toes curl. “Mine,” he repeats, his voice guttural and feral, “I’ve been yours from the start, and now you’re mine.”
The way he says it, like it’s a fact, like it’s the only truth there ever was, shoots a thrill through my veins. He pulls out only to slam back in again with a force that makes the bedframe shake, and I cry out his name. Gods, it feels so good. So right.
His lips find my breast, sucking on the sensitive skin until I’m whimpering under him. His hands roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he squeezes my hips, the contact only heightening the ecstasy coursing through me.
“Oh gods... Nik...”
He picks up the pace even more, his thrusts harder and deeper now, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge again. Bright colors flash before my eyes as the orgasm builds inside me like a storm gathering in the distance.
“You look so good… lying there and taking it,” he purrs against my ear.
His words fan the flames of my desire, and I buck my hips against his, desperate for more. “Nik... harder,” I pant, lost in the sensation of him deep inside me. His pace increases, and our bodies collide with a breathtaking force that sets every nerve ending ablaze.
“Yes... like that,” I moan, my back arching in ecstasy.
He obliges, his movements becoming even more frenzied as he plunges into me with a primal urgency that sends shocks of ecstasy through my very core. The room is filled with our mingled scents: his musky cologne and my heady arousal, blending to create something entirely our own.
“Oh gods... I’m so close,” I gasp, nails digging into the sheets as the pleasure builds within me like a storm about to break loose. Sweat sheens on my skin, mingling with the perspiration on his as our bodies move as one. He groans in response, his breathing ragged and uneven in my ear.
“That’s it... give in for me... let go for me,” Nik commands between sultry kisses along my collarbone.
“Nik... I can’t... I can’t... ah!” I pant, my breathing ragged as the pleasure mounts. I’m so close, and he knows it. He traces a line of kisses along my inner thigh, sending goosebumps erupting on my skin. His hands explore my body with a newfound fervor, squeezing and kneading the taut flesh of my hips and buttocks as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
