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‘Isla...’ he warned. Weakly, if he was to be truthful.
‘Like I said, I didn’t come here to lose control.’ He drew in a sharp breath at the sudden wicked glint in her eyes as, without warning, she sank elegantly to her knees in front of him. ‘I came here this time so you would lose control.’
In that instant Nikhil knew he needed to stop her. He’d had countless women pleasure him this way, over the years, and he’d welcomed it. Encouraged it. Sometimes downright instigated it. But this was the first time he had ever, ever, felt like this. As though she was asking him to surrender to her. And he couldn’t do that.
Then, that devilish gaze still locked with his, she leaned forward and took him straight into her mouth. And as his legs turned to water right there and then, Nikhil found he was powerless to do anything but let her do what she willed, whilst he thought he was about to die from need.
* * *
Pleasuring Nikhil was possibly the most sensuous thing she’d ever done in her life, Isla thought. Oh, she’d performed the act before, but it had never, ever felt so heady. So right. It had never made her feel as powerful as she did right now, with him.
As though she had all the control and he was simply at her mercy.
With every stroke of her tongue, every tightening of her fist, every graze of her teeth, she could hear his breathing grow all the more ragged and those hewn stone thighs of his tremble that little bit harder.
She drew him out to let her tongue swirl around his velvet-steel tip, then angled her head to take him in deeper. Her mouth, her tongue, her hands, all working in harmony, united in the same goal of making Nikhil give himself up to her completely.
And his taste. It was intoxicating. Stirring. It made her want to indulge all the more. Indulge for ever.
She was in so much trouble and she couldn’t seem to care.
The realisation dragged a low moan from deep in her throat, rumbling down Nikhil’s length and eliciting a curse from him as he speared his fingers deeper into her hair. As if he couldn’t help himself. Another shiver of excitement jolted through Isla.
Gripping him tighter, she let her fingers apply pressure at his root whilst her mouth worked some kind of spell she hadn’t even known she possessed. Until Nikhil’s breath came harsher, his legs less stable than ever. She was driving him closer and closer to the edge and the taste of victory, of power, was almost too delicious.
And still she wasn’t surprised when he found that last shred of strength to pull away from her.
‘Not like this.’ His voice was so thick, so gravelly, that it was almost unrecognisable.
It gave her an immense sense of satisfaction—almost making up for the sense of loss.
Then he was slamming off the shower, gathering her into his arms and carrying her back into the bedroom as if he couldn’t contain himself any longer.
He threw her down on the bed, stared at her for a long moment before offering a guttural sound of approval that juddered straight through her, and threw her legs over his shoulders. Then he licked into her greedily, urgently, without a single word spoken.
Bright and hot, like the sunlight bouncing off the waves outside her window every morning.
Better.
Isla wasn’t sure how she didn’t shatter in an instant. Because he didn’t merely lick her, he feasted on her. As if she was the last meal of his life and he was hell-bent on sampling every last morsel. And she was helpless to do anything but spread herself out for him, every sweep of his tongue making her shake that little bit more uncontrollably, her hands thrust into his hair, her hips bucking up to meet him.
She felt utterly wanton. And somehow she knew that only fired Nikhil up all the more. She was hurtling to the edge and there was no way she could apply the brakes, especially when he cupped her backside with his large hands, pressed down on her sex with his mouth and then sucked. Hard.
Isla fractured apart, his name tumbling from her lips—a song and an incantation. She splintered, and still he kept going, relentlessly pushing her from one high to the next. She arched her back, her fingers grasping his hair, his shoulders, the sheets, for some kind of purchase, and his low rumble of laughter shuddered through her like a new form of exquisite, magnificent torture.
And this time she didn’t simply hit another high; this time she hurtled off into space. And she could only hope that Nikhil would be her safety net when she fell back down to earth.
Isla had no idea how long it took her to come back to herself, but when she did she glanced around the room to check where she was. To make sure that it hadn’t just been a dream.
But it hadn’t. She was still here, in his room, and in his bed. She just didn’t understand how he could upend her world like this—so easily—and yet the room wasn’t equally torn apart.
Then he was moving up her body to cover it with his own as she reached for him, nestling him between her legs. A low gasp escaped her lips as she rolled her hips against him, revelling in the way his breath caught, the way they affected each other with barely a brush of heat against steel.
But wasn’t this supposed to be about her being in control? She had almost forgotten. Lifting her hands to his shoulders, Isla made a supreme effort and pushed him off her, onto his back on the bed, straddling him before he could move.
Nikhil’s expression flip-flopped between lust and amusement. ‘Like that, is it?’
‘Like that,’ she whispered, leaning forward to brush her mouth to his, her tongue teasing at the seam of his lips.
