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His tongue licked around her clit before he sucked it gently into his mouth, laved it, caressed it as her hips lifted to him, offering him more. And he needed more. So much more.
Licking lower, drawing more and more of the honey to his tongue, he stroked, tasted, until he reach the snug entrance to her pussy.
And he lost his senses, lost his control. Thrusting his tongue inside her, he licked delicate flesh, stroked against the smooth walls of the sweetest pussy he'd ever known in his life.
His dick was so hard he was dying with need. His balls were drawn tight, precome dampening the tip as he fucked her with his tongue, groaning at the taste of her, the need that had her hips thrusting back at him until he felt her explode. He felt it.
Her pussy clenched and tightened around his tongue. Heated spicy-sweet juices met his tongue as she cried his name, her hands tightening in his hair, trying to drag him closer.
He lost his breath at her response, at the complete abandonment she gave him. The way she filled him.
"Complete me, Mikayla," he begged as he tore at his pants, releasing the agonizingly hard flesh that strained against the zipper.
Hell, there were probably zipper tracks on the too-hard flesh. 173
Gripping the shaft, he straightened, pressed closer, until the head of his dick was pressing against the clenched opening. "One more time, little fairy, complete me." Leaning back, he watched as he began to penetrate her. The heavy, wide flesh pressed inside, parting her as the folds of her pussy began to grip and hug the heavy erection.
He'd never known anything so beautiful as this. As this perfect innocence accepting him, lifting to him, crying out for him. Her hands gripped his arms as her neck arched, her hair falling around her shoulders as slumberous violet eyes stared back, locked with his gaze.
Her slick juices clung to his shaft, beading on her curls, slickening his dick. Fucking her was pure pleasure. It was pure rapture. It was sweet, hot ecstasy.
"There, baby," he crooned, his voice rough. "Let me have you, just like this. Just like this, Mikayla."
He pushed inside her, filled her, sinking in to the hilt as the tight muscles gripped him, flexed around his sensitive flesh until he swore he was dying from the pleasure. He couldn't hold back. He was losing himself to her. He could feel it. Losing himself until nothing mattered but this. Nothing but holding her, fucking her until she was screaming his name, until he heard his own voice, choked and desperate, as she began coming around him.
Her pussy gripped him, stroked him. It held him tight as it rippled around him, her juices heating his flesh further as he erupted.
His semen spilled inside her, and a part of him ached, a part of him longed, for the forbidden, the impossible. For one broken second he could see her with his child, see that innocence, that purity, in the eyes of their child.
"Hold me, Mikayla," he whispered as he collapsed against her. "Sweet baby, just hold me."
And she held him. Held him in her arms. In her heart. In her soul.
"I'll always have this, Nik," she whispered, her voice weak, drowsy. "The memory of the greatest pleasure of my life."
Those words echoed through his head as he cleaned her gently and carried her to bed. Pulling her against him, he sheltered her against his body, felt her hand against his heart, her head on his shoulder, as she slipped into sleep.
She was safe here, he promised himself. Here in his arms was the only place he knew she was safe. A part of him was terrified to let her go, terrified to trust her to fate. Fate was a capricious, vindictive bitch and he knew it well. If he trusted this treasure to that whimsical being, then he would be left a broken shell of a man in ways he had never been before.
Smoothing her hair back from her face, he laid a kiss against the top of her head as his hand smoothed down her naked back.
It was a good thing he was keeping her with him. Her protection was his main priority. Finding the person responsible for this, for Eddie's death, for the attempts against her, was the only way to keep her safe when he had to leave. He'd believed Maddix Nelson when he said he had nothing to do with Eddie Foreman's death. Nik had believed Maddix knew better than to screw him over like this, than to lie to him and expect to get away with it.
Maddix didn't know the organization Nik was a part of, but the other man was 174
damned well aware of the fact that Nik wasn't going to be easy to manipulate. The alibi Maddix had appeared solid. He was obviously not working alone. As Nik stared up at the ceiling, his forehead creased into a frown. He had help here. Ian, Kira, and Bailey. They were in D.C. and they would return to Hagerstown if needed.
They were needed.
He had to get this taken care of. He had to return the security to Mikayla's life before he could walk away from her.
Walk away from her?
His jaw clenched at the thought. How the hell was he supposed to walk away from her? But how could he bear to stay with her? If something ever happened to her, an accident, a disease, if anything stole her from him once he came to breathe for her existence, then it would destroy him.
Laying another kiss against her brow, he eased slowly from the bed and padded silently to the guest room. Drawing on a pair of sweatpants, he picked up the cell phone from the dresser and hit the number for Kira Richards.
"Is she okay?" Kira answered quickly. "We heard the return on the attempted hitand-run. Ian's been pacing the floor waiting for you to call." Nik doubted Ian was pacing; most likely Kira was the one pacing. Ian was calmer, more certain that if Nik needed them he would call.
