Page 95 of Entangled Vows
He took his time as he leaned over her, bracing himself, and kissed her deeply, slowly, pouring everything into that kiss that he hadn’t said aloud. Mahika melted into him, her fingers curling into his hair, her nails skimming down his back as tension coiled tighter and tighter. He groaned at the sensation, his hand sliding down her side, mapping the lines of her body like he was trying to memorise her through touch alone. She arched into him, her heart pounding, every nerve alive under his palms.
He was holding back. She could feel it. He was restraining himself, as if this wasn’t just about release. It was more. She could sense it in every careful motion, every breath he took between kisses.
She cupped him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, feeling him twitch beneath her palm. A soft groan escaped his lips as his body tightened in response. With one leg, she hooked the waistband of his briefs and tugged it down slowly. He held her gaze with hooded eyes, then stood up with effortless confidence and pushed the briefs all the way off. They pooled on the floor, forgotten, while he stood there, gloriously naked, every inch of him hard and beautiful.
Her eyes widened, and her breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Her mouth watered as her gaze swept over him, taking in his broad chest, the taut abdomen, and the thick, heavy length that made her ache in places she couldn’t admit out loud. Heat curled low in her belly, sharp and insistent.
God, this maddeningly sexy man was all hers.
Without thinking, her fingers curled around his arm, and she pulled him down to her. He came willingly, bracing himself on his forearms as he hovered above her. His mouth found her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path that made her tremble. When he reached her nipple and closed his lips around it, she whimpered, all helpless and wanting.
She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer, glaring at him. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing me…” her voice was thick with need, “…I’m going to—”
“What, baby?” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jaw. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll make myself come,” she whispered, her chin tilted in challenge, even as her body trembled with need.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, you think you can? Cute. Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”
Her body erupted in goosebumps at his deep baritone. She was already slick and ready when his hand slipped down her stomach. And when he paused, she held her breath. He propped himself up slightly so he could meet her gaze. Then his fingers dipped between her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
A gasp escaped her as his fingertips lightly brushed her core, causing her body to tense again. Their eyes locked, and she couldn’t look away as he explored her body with slow, tantalising touches.
With his mouth on her neck and his fingers deep inside her, Vikram worked Mahika to the brink. Again, her back lifted from the bed, and she cried out his name like a sacred plea. Thefeeling went straight to his heart, making him feel like a king.Herking.Herman.
He kissed his way up her neck, tasting every inch of her flushed skin. Her fingers twisted in his hair, trying to tug him up faster. The moment he was within reach, she lifted from the bed and dragged her tongue across his lips.
Vikram groaned and crashed his mouth to hers in a kiss that was fierce and hot. Mahika wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, anchoring him to her heat. His hard length pressed against her core, all bare, and the sensation burned through every last shred of his restraint. Her nails raked through his hair, then down his shoulders, leaving faint trails of fire in their wake. She was wild, urgent, and utterly irresistible.
“Baby, slow down,” he muttered, his breath ragged, reaching to the side table for protection.
In one fluid motion, he rolled it on, then gripped himself and positioned it at her entrance, dragging the thick head slowly along her slick, wet folds. Her body responded instantly, her muscles clenching with anticipation, urging him deeper, greedy for every inch of him.
Vikram felt like he was in heaven. Her heat enveloped him, and the soft whisper of her breath ghosted across his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. He fought to maintain control, afraid of the explosive release that threatened to tear through him. He’d never felt this way before. His past encounters paled in comparison. Every touch, every gasp, every wild kiss with Mahika felt brand new, like it was his first time all over again. It was a feeling he hadn’t even known existed, until now.
“Grizz… I need you,” she whispered, her eyes wide and filled with an urgency that knocked the air out of his lungs.
“Fuck. Hearing you say that does things to me.”
She circled her hips, teasing him, and he clenched his jaw, struggling to barely hold himself together.
“Please,” Her soft whisper broke the last of his control. With a long, hard push, he entered her completely.
Mahika cried out, her body instinctively clenching around him, drawing in a sharp breath as she accommodated his size. Fighting his basest instincts, Vikram gritted his teeth and stayed still, trying not to give in to the burning desire to possess her. She was so tight, so perfect, and he felt completely engulfed by the passion between them.
“Oh God. Move,” she begged, her hands moving down to grip his butt, pulling him closer, her nails grazing his skin with desperate need.
“Fuck,” he groaned, her body squeezing around him like she never wanted to let go. And he didn’t want to leave, not even for a moment.
He pulled back, then thrust again… and again. Slow at first, then harder, deeper, like he wanted her to feel every second of this moment burn into her skin.
“You feel like heaven,” Vikram groaned against her mouth, his voice gravelly. “So fucking amazing.”
“Yes...” Mahika whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, dragging him even deeper. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her eyes locked on his. “I want you...”
He let out a low, guttural sound and slammed back into her. “You have me,” he growled, his grip tightening around her hips. “You fucking own me right now.”
Their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt both primal and possessed. Vikram kissed her again, biting her lip as his fingerstangled in her hair, his thighs slapping against hers with rising urgency.
