Page 78 of My Rebel

He lowered his chin in a nod.

“That would take a long time,” she whispered.

His lips curved. “It would.”

She flicked a thumb behind. “Can we start from that bed, please?”

He chuckled and swooped her up in his arms. “Not that bed. We’ll start with mine first.”

She plucked at his t-shirt as he carried her to his room. “Didn’t you tell me that you sleep in the nude? Yet you were wearing clothes when I woke up.”

“Disappointed, were you?”

“I can’t be disappointed by what I haven’t seen, and I haven’t seenallof you yet.”

He barked out a laugh. “God! I love your spunk.”

He gently laid her down on his bed, before he stood and pulled off his t-shirt. When he stripped out of his pants, she shot up from the bed, eyes rounding in disbelief. He was…he was… God! He was perfection. A row of sculpted chest muscles gave way to sharp abs that tapered down his abdomen in a sharp vee and… She sucked in a breath. He was huge… That part of him was huge as it jutted out.

“Like what you see, hellcat?”

She palmed him in reply, her hand moving up and down his hard length. His eyes shut as she worked on him. He grew in her hand as her ministrations became harder.

“Stop, Tiya, please.” Ignoring him, she knelt on the floor and took him fully in her mouth.

“Fuck!” His loud curse encouraged her. She hadn’t been with many men before him, but she’d heard enough from friends to know that doing this pleased a man. And she wanted to pleasure him.

She rolled her tongue around his tip and his hand sank into her hair as he guided her around his length, showing her what he liked.

“Enough,” he growled, moments later, pushing her back on the bed.

He unwrapped her towel and stared at her.

“God, Tiya! You are stunning.”

He pecked her forehead before streaming kisses down her nose, across one side of her face, down her jaw and then tracing his mouth to the other side of her face. When he reached her mouth, he hovered over her lips and resumed his way down her throat, leaving her lips tingling.

His lips and hands caressed her breasts and his torture increased. His tongue licked her nipple in circles, round and round, taking his time. His teeth scraped against her tip and she shook. God! She didn’t want him to stop. He was lighting her up, making her feel alive, more alive than she’d ever felt.

Raw need spiked through her veins as he tended to her breasts over and over, one at a time, biting, licking, sucking.

“Vihaan…” she gasped. “I need more. I need you.”

“Not so soon, baby.” He smiled against her skin, like he was enjoying seeing her struggle.

His mouth skimmed lower, down her belly to where she was wild and wanting. Spreading her legs, positioning her the way he wanted, he kissed her inner thigh a second before his lips began to lap at her nub. His tongue pressed against her core in hard strokes and Tiya couldn’t breathe. Her fingers fisted in the bedsheet as desire rammed through her.

Two fingers slid inside her, working over her. Her head thrashed against the pillow as stars burst behind her eyes. His mouth and fingers attacked her, making her delirious. A keening sound escaped her, but he continued his assault, his lips and mouth relentlessly pleasuring her, giving her exactly what she needed. Her body arched into him, helpless, feverish, but wanting more.

His finger curved inside her, hitting a spot and her vision clouded. She moaned. His tongue swirled and pushed, and the pressure built and built inside her until her whole body vibrated. Tiya screamed as white-hot lightning rippled down her spine and she fractured into a million fragments.

When she finally came up for breath, Vihaan was watching her.

“Are you okay?” he checked.

At her nod, he ripped open a foil and donned protection. He kissed her lips, claiming her mouth finally. Their tongues danced and mated, and desire burned through her again. He lay on top of her, his body hard and strong in her arms. Linking their hands together, he drew them above her head and entered her in a quick stroke. She gasped against his mouth. He began to thrust inside her and she was lost in him.

Vihaan was everywhere. His scent, his skin, his need. He was dominating her body and soul. Her vision blurred and her breathing splintered. This right now was too perfect a moment and she never wanted to let go of him.

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