Page 80 of Protect my Heart
Her breath catches, her body instinctively arching into my touch. I bring my hand to her face, cupping her cheek, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “Look at me,” I demand, my thumb brushing across her bottom lip. “Look at me, and tell me who you belong to.”
She opens her eyes, her gaze locking onto mine. “I’m yours,” she whispers, breathless. “Always yours.”
“Good girl,” I smack her ass through the dress, and she yelps.
I take out my finger. “Aarav,” she whines.
I chuckle, “So miserable, my pretty wife.” I shake my head as I remove the condom from my pocket and tear the packet using my teeth, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.
“You carry a condom everywhere?” She narrows her eyes at me.
I chuckle, “Yes, I have to.” I bite her bottom lip. “I have a gorgeous wife; I don’t know when I will need it.” I wink, and she snatches the condom from my hand. I frown.
“You are too slow,” she complains. I open my mouth to tease her, but the words die in my throat as she pushes me back slightly and drops down to her knees in front of me. Her nimble fingers undo my pants, pulling them down just enough to free my aching member. She looks up at me, her gaze wicked, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s impatient.” She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. “You’re just going tostand there…all…” Her fingers wrap around my length, stroking me gently.
“Impatient…” Her thumb rubs over the tip, collecting the drop of precum that’s already gathering there. She brings her thumb up to her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before sucking it clean. My head falls back as a groan escapes my lips.
She rolls the condom on my dick, and I have to suppress a moan because damn, her hands feel good. Her touch is maddening—confident, unhurried, and completely in control. My hands grip the edge of the table behind me as she strokes me, slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving mine. I’m barely hanging on.
“Anika,” I grit out, voice rough, strained. “You’re playing with fire.”
She smiles—smug, wicked, beautiful. “Then burn with me.”
Before I can respond, she rises, grabbing me by the collar and yanking me into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and desperation. Her body presses against mine, soft in all the places that make me weak, and I lift her onto the table without breaking the kiss.
She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us—just heat, tension, and a hunger I can’t ignore anymore.
My hands grip her thighs as I align myself with her entrance. She’s already so wet, so ready, it’s almost cruel to draw it out—but I do, just for a second, teasing her folds, watching the way her mouth parts with a needy whimper.
“Aarav,” she gasps, hips lifting in silent demand.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, one hand curling around her lower back as I push into her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her.
She gasps—eyes wide, lips parted—her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts around me. I wait, forehead pressed to hers, our breaths mingling, her chest heaving against mine.
Then she moves. Hips rolling, pulling me deeper, and I lose all sense of control.
I thrust into her hard and deep, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the empty studio. Her moans echo off the walls, raw and real and mine. I bury my face in her neck, kissing, biting, and sucking until she’s trembling under me.
Her dress is bunched at her waist, her body open, vulnerable, and beautiful. I shift her slightly, lifting one of her legs higher over my arm to hit deeper, and her cry of pleasure nearly undoes me.
“Yes—right there,” she whimpers.
I slam into her harder, faster, chasing that spot again and again, watching her come undone beneath me. “Look at you,” I growl against her lips, “taking me all in like a good girl.” I squeeze her right breast through her dress; she cries out, her voice breaking, her hands clawing at my back.
Her orgasm hits her fast, violently, and blindingly. Her entire body tightens around me, back arching, head thrown back. I hold her through it, never stopping, never slowing, chasing my own release as she falls apart in my arms.
I follow with a low groan, my body shuddering against hers as I empty into the condom, breathing her name like a prayer.
We collapse into each other, breathless, sweaty, and still tangled.
A beat passes. Then another. She blinks up at me, dazed and glowing, and I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I am all yours, Anu,” I whisper.
Her smile is lazy and satisfied. “Damn right you are.”
