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Nik pushed inside her, his cock pressing against the thin shield of her virginity. His thumb moved to her clit, pressing against it, rotating and sending her senses screaming in sudden, vibrant sensation.
The orgasm that washed over her shocked her. It threw her into a pleasure so extreme she lost her breath, her voice, and any pain she would have felt as Nik surged 106
inside her, breaking through the virgin shield she had saved for him. A part of her acknowledged that. She hadn't known him, hadn't known who he was or when he would come into her life, but this was what she had saved herself for. Wild, exquisite sensation crashed over her, arching her hips and burying his cock deeper, harder insider her as his hips thrust against her once again. Pain was submerged in brutal pleasure. It was disguised in agonizing ecstasy as one orgasm surged through her even as she began to build toward another. The feel of his cock stretching her, thrusting hard and deep inside her, had her entire body arching toward him as he came over her. His hard body surrounded her, his arms gathering her close as his lips covered hers.
A brutal male groan joined the tortured moan of pleasure that tore from her throat as his tongue thrust hungrily into her mouth.
His chest hairs rasped against her nipples; the stubble on his face rasped against her; his thighs caressed hers; his cock speared inside her. Hard. Deep. Triggering a climax that tore her from the very foundations of her soul and sent her flying into pure ecstasy.
Nik stiffened in her arms, his erection burying deep when she felt him tense, felt his cock pulse and throb inside her.
It was a rush of adrenaline and rapture. A high that Mikayla could have never imagined. One her friends had never warned her of. It was like flying into the sun and piercing paradise as Nik groaned her name, whispered something foreign, and collapsed against her.
It was like finally belonging.
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Chapter 11
She was sleeping.
Nik stared down at Mikayla's relaxed face as he moved back to the bed, a warm, damp cloth in hand.
Cleaning her gently, he couldn't help but marvel at the softness of her skin once more. Unblemished, lightly tanned, her muscles toned with a feminine softness he could barely resist.
He'd nearly forgotten to wear a condom.
As he moved back to the bathroom, that thought tortured him. Not since he was a teenager had he forgotten to wear a condom. Not since the conception of the daughter he had lost. But he'd nearly forgotten with Mikayla.
Disposing of the damp cloth, he turned and braced his hands on the decidedly feminine sink and stared into the mirror above it.
What he saw there bothered him in some elemental way. The lack of emotion that had been in his eyes, hell, in his soul, for the past years was now replaced with too much emotion.
The pale blue orbs looked tortured. As tortured as he felt. He could feel the nightmares of the past moving in on him now, brewing from behind that closed door that had his nightmare emotions locked behind it.
That door was no longer locked. Mikayla had opened it, and now he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with the emotions welling inside him. What the hell was he supposed to do with Mikayla?
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nbsp; Stepping back into the room, he had every intention of walking out of it and back to the cold, lonely bed in the guest room. Why compound the mistake? he thought. Sleeping with her would only make it harder to leave later.
Amethyst eyes were opened now, watching silently as he stared back at her, as though she knew what he was about to do.
He had just taken her innocence, taken a gift that she could only give once. One she had saved all these years only to bestow it on a lost cause. She would remember this night forever; he didn't want it to end with her regrets. Like a man walking to a death chamber, he moved back to the bed and the woman. Slid into it and gathered her against his chest as he wondered if sleep would ever hold anything but regrets after this.
"You have no responsibility to me, Nik," she whispered in the darkness as he flipped the small bedside lamp off.
God, was she so wrong.
"I didn't say I did." He kept his voice low, fought to keep his emotions in check as he buried his fingers in long strands of hair that flowed out from her head. He felt her lips against his chest as her fingers played softly against the light mat of hair on his chest.
"Tell me something about you," she whispered.
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Nik stared up at the darkened ceiling and realized how little she truly did know about him. How little he allowed anyone to know about him.
"I was married once." He grimaced, wondering where the hell that admission had come from.
