Page 96 of Entangled Vows
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried into his mouth.
It was wild, messy, and perfect, and they couldn’t stop touching each other.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with control. “That’s me. Inside you. Making you come.”
“Cocky bastard!” she moaned, her nails digging into his back. “You talk too much.”
“You love it when I talk like this,” he growled. “Admit it.”
Her lips curved into a smirk, her breath ragged. “I love it when you shut up and fuck me harder.”
His eyes darkened, and in the next second, he obeyed, pounding into her with a force that knocked the breath out of her lungs.
“Like that?” he bit out, his hand gripping her thigh.
She whimpered, her voice cracking. “Fuck... Vicky…”
“Say it,” he demanded, his tone pure temptation. “Say who’s making you fall apart.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, pleasure crashing over her in waves. “You. It’s you.”
He kissed her then, fervent and possessive, as her body clenched around him, and she came undone in his arms. Her core clenched so hard around him that it pushed him straight over the edge. Vikram cursed low and filthy as he buried himself to the hilt one final time, spilling into her with a rough groan, his body shaking from the force of the best orgasm of his life.
Their breaths tangled, sweat mingled, and for one long, burning moment, nothing else existed except for the aftermath of something wild, primal, and perfect.
After a beat, he realised he had collapsed on top of her, breathless and spent. She held him close, her chest rising against his, and pressed a tender kiss to his shoulder, her lips warm against his damp skin.
“Shit! I’m crushing you,” he muttered, rolling off to the side.
She untangled herself from him and tried to slide away, but Vikram wasn’t having it. He held her by the waist and dragged her back into him.
“No,” he growled. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Vikram,” she squealed when he flipped them, pulling her on top of him.
Her legs fell on either side of his hips, and her chest pressed against his. His cock, still hard, nestled beneath her soaked centre, twitching at the thought of going again.
She rested her head against his chest and exhaled, completely wrecked. He ran his hand down her back, grounding them both. “That was—”
“Incredible,” he finished.
She huffed. “Unexpected. And reckless.”
“Reckless? We used protection, baby.” He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. He knew exactly what had just happened. And he’d do it again and again, without a second thought.
She didn’t answer right away. Then she lifted her hand and caught sight of the ring on her finger.
“I thought,” she whispered, “once we had sex, you’d be out of my system. That I’d stop thinking about you like this.”
Vikram turned his head, waiting. “And now?”
She met his gaze. “Now I want to do it again.”
He pulled her down and pressed his lips to hers. As the kiss deepened, they were both lost in the sea of sensations until a loud thud shattered the silence, making them both jolt.
“What the fuck was that?” Vikram muttered, lifting himself on one elbow.
They both turned to see a blur of white dart from behind the curtain, and Mahika groaned. “Bungee!”
