Page 94 of Entangled Vows
His hands gripped her thighs firmly, anchoring her, but his mouth hovered just above her heat, not touching it. Not yet.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“You want me to just look at you like this? Or should I do something about this dripping little situation here?” His tone turned smug, cocky, and it made her want to slap the grin off his face.
“Jerk. Just stop being so smug,” she huffed.
“I’m being fucking honest,” he countered, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh that made her squirm. “Tell me, baby. I want to know exactly what you crave right now. My fingers... or my tongue.”
“I…” she swallowed hard. “I want... both.”
His smile turned dangerous. “Dirty, dirty girl. I like it.”
Then he lowered his head and licked her, right where she needed him, slow and deliberate. His tongue was hot, merciless, and devastatingly precise. He dragged it up her slick centre, then circled her clit with sinful strokes, making Mahika cry out, her hips jolting.
“Oh my God… Vikram…”
He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core, making her legs tremble. He licked deeper, slower, then fast again… changing rhythms, teasing her mercilessly until she writhed beneath him. His hands slid beneath her hips, lifting her into his mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough. He ate her like he’d been starving for her, like she was the only meal he’d ever wanted to eat.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered into her. “And I’ve imagined this… a lot.”
His fingers joined his tongue, and she gasped, a moan escaping her lips at the exquisite sensations that thrummed through her. It was slow, measured at first, and then another finger joined, syncing with the beat of his tongue. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled again, overwhelmedby the intensity, every nerve ending alight and raw with need. Her mind was blank; she couldn’t think. She was lost in a whirlwind of pure pleasure. Every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers, every rough flick of his stubble against her thighs dragged her closer to something that felt dangerously infinite.
And he didn’t stop. Not even when she bucked beneath him. Not even when her legs began to shake violently around his shoulders.
“Vikram,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “God, oh God. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice lost in the moment.
And he didn’t. He only drove into her harder, his fingers going deeper until she came apart completely. Her orgasm ripped through her, a roaring tidal wave of sensation.
She screamed his name and arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around his shoulders, her body shuddering intensely. He held her there, firmly, safe in his arms.
When the wave of pleasure subsided, she slumped heavily against the mattress, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “That was… oh my god.”
Her face was flushed, and she caught Vikram’s gaze from between her legs. His mouth was slick, his lips glistening with her heat. He had a hungry, wild look in his eyes as he spoke in a low, raspy voice.
“Already tired? This is only the beginning.”
Then, with a slow, sensual lick of his lips, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes still locked intently on hers. The sheer eroticism of the act sent anotherwave of fiery heat through her. It was sharp, hot, and almost dizzying, like a mini heart attack disguised as desire.
“I find this situation highly unfair. I’m completely naked, but you’re not,” Mahika stated, her eyes fixed on him from her position.
A wicked smile played on Vikram’s lips as he unbuckled his belt. “Let me fix that.”
His pants slid down, barely concealing his erection in his black briefs. Mahika’s eyes dropped, and her mouth went dry at the sight.
“Keep staring like that, and you’ll be on your knees all night, darling,” he drawled with a wicked smirk.
Her breath hitched. Her gaze drifted slowly upwards. Her lips parted slowly as she took in his sculpted body. A wave of temptation washed over her as she slowly licked her bottom lip, her eyes burning with desire.
“Bold of you to assume I won’t enjoy it.”
A dark laugh rumbled from his chest. “There’s my baby dragon. One day I’ll take you up on that.” He leaned towards her, his gaze a tangible force as his eyes locked on hers like she was something sacred. “But tonight… I need to be inside you.”
Mahika lay there trembling, bare under his intense stare, her skin heating with a flush everywhere his gaze lingered. He took her in—the rosy blush of her cheeks, the hard tips of her nipples, the soft curve of her parted lips. Then, he held onto her knees and opened her thighs to expose her completely.
Her breathing caught. She should have felt shy, but the look of awe and desire in his expression made her feel like she was being worshipped.
“Vikram…” she moaned, moving her hips, desperate for him.
