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"Mikayla." His voice was strangled as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against the hard, muscular flesh of his lower stomach. "This isn't a good idea, my love." She didn't answer him. She didn't have the ability to answer him. As she opened her eyes, her head turned, the fingers of one hand attempting to curve around the heavy flesh.
She was hungry for him. She needed to feel him, to taste him. As his fingers threaded through her hair, she feared in an attempt to pull her away from him, she lifted and pressed her lips to the heavily veined shaft.
Nik stilled. His fingers bunched in Mikayla's hair, his gaze locked on her as he 104
felt the satin heat of her lips against the tortured length of his cock. Sweet mercy, she was destroying him and didn't even know it. Even her touch was innocent, tentative, yet so damned sensual and hungry it was all he could do to not pull her head back and push the head of his cock into the sweet heated draw of her mouth.
He needed to hold her still, to keep her from taking him with such intimacy. Possessing her, stealing the veil of her innocence, was one thing. Actually stealing the core of her innocence was another thing. Entertaining fantasies of unleashing the wild, wanton side of Mikayla Martin might get him through the night, but doing it was a risk to his soul and he knew it.
Still, he felt helpless to do anything but watch as her tongue licked the engorged, darkened crest of his dick before swiping over it in a long, slow lick that sent a sizzle of pure lust electrifying his balls.
Staring down at her, he watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lush, pert lips slowly covered the throbbing head of his cock.
He wasn't going to be able to pull her away. He couldn't pull her away. It was too damned good. Her mouth was liquid heat, her lips like hot silk, the draw of her mouth like pure ecstasy.
Son of a bitch. He was supposed to walk away from this? What had ever made him believe such a thing was possible?
The nails of one delicate hand raked down his abs as she held the hard shaft with the fingers of the other. Her lips and snug mouth drew on the engorged crest, her hot little tongue flickering over it as every muscle in his body tightened with the riptide of sensation washing through them.
The tentative, innocent movements were more destructive than any touch he had ever known in his life. He'd been with women whose experience more than matched his own, but even then he hadn't been as affected as he was now.
Now, he was drowning in the fucking pleasure. It was tearing through his system with wildfire destructiveness and tearing at his determination to hold back, to ease the damage that could be done to her heart when this was over.
There was no holding back with his dick in her mouth, though, or the innocent movements that sucked him to the back of her throat, the murmur of a little moan vibrating against the tip before she pulled back and then took him all over again. Before Nik could rein the hunger overtaking him, his fingers tightened in her hair and he was fucking her mouth with tight, controlled movements. Movements that taught her what she didn't instinctively know.
As he watched her lips move on him, watched the hunger that filled her face as her lips enclosed him, Nik could feel the control he fought so hard to hold on to slipping out of his grip.
Electric fingers of sensation were racing from his balls up his spine and back again. Hunger was a ravenous need tearing at his mind now, demanding more than her lips, her slender fingers trying to enclose him. That hunger demanded that veil of innocence, as well as that core.
Buried beneath that hunger was a flame he fought to deny. A surge of possessiveness, of tenderness. A knowledge that in his life he had never felt anything like he was feeling now.
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"Enough." His voice was harsh as he pulled back, forcing his cock from the heat of her mouth as he pushed her to her back and moved between her thighs, his knees pressing her legs farther apart.
As she lay spread out before him like a luscious offering to the hunger raging through him, Nik couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the unique beauty of her. Her slumberous amethyst gaze gleamed with violet fire. The long strands of her wheat gold hair spread out around her as her swollen lips parted to breathe in roughly. Firm ruby-tipped breasts rose and fell heavily, the pale globes tempting his lips, even as the curl-shrouded, dew-glistening mound of her pussy drew his gaze and the throbbing length of his dick.
"Are you sure?" It was the most insane question he could have asked. If she changed her mind now, then he was going to explode in agony rather than pleasure. She reached down, her slender fingers gripping his cock as her hips lifted. Searing feminine heat brushed against the head of his cock, causing him to grimace in erotic agony. The need to thrust inside her was making him crazy.
"Do you think I'm sure?" Her voice was breathy, breathless, as his hips shifted, his cock parting the swollen folds of her pussy to press against the tight, clenching entrance to her body.
He prayed for patience. His hands tightened on her thighs as he shifted closer, watching as his cock began to press inside her.
Heat surrounded the engorged crest, streaked up the shaft, and tore through his entire system.
Some instinct inside him was screaming, Mine. It broke past the shields he had kept around his soul for so many years and speared straight to the center of his spirit. His. She belonged to him.
Mikayla stared up at Nik, feeling the slow, steady stretching at the entrance of her pussy. Pleasure/pain began to wash through her as he forged inside, his cock taking her, possessing her in ways she hadn't expected.
She struggled to keep her eyes opened as she watched the folds of her sex part, watched the slick, juice-laden folds part and hug his flesh as he entered her.
"Nik." Her hands gripped his wrists as he held her thighs, his hips pressing steadily forward. "Nik, I . . ." She licked her lips. She didn't know what to say, what to do.
Pleasure was tearing through her; a tight, pinching burn was mixing with the violent eroticism and stoking the arousal inside her higher. Heat washed over her, burning beneath her flesh as a painful pleasure began to deepen.
"Hold on, baby." Nik's voice was deep, dark, stroking over her senses and pushing her higher. "Hold on to me, Mikayla."
Her hands tightened on his wrists as she thought she knew what was coming. Deirdre and other friends had assured her there would be pain. The larger the man, the greater the pain, she had been assured.
