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Without thinking, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her smiling mouth. She gasped. Realizing his folly, he tried to move back, but Tiya grabbed his face and kept his mouth pressed to hers. He licked her lips. She tasted of salt and lime and fresh mint. He loved it all.
He inhaled her delicious scent and it clicked in his mind. “Strawberries! Why do you smell of strawberries?”
“It’s the lotion I use.”
“This is my new favorite fragrance.”
She laughed, kissing his mouth again. His breath mixed with hers as she began to devour him once again. She pressed her tongue into his parted mouth and his control snapped. A bolt of lust hit him straight in his gut. A voice inside his head warned him that this wouldn’t end well, but he shut it down to claim her mouth exactly the way he’d been dreaming to do since the previous night.
9
Tiya was drowning. In him. Vihaan. And she never wanted to be rescued. The first time she’d been the one kissing him. But this time… Oh stars in heaven! He was laying siege to her mouth. He’d snatched all control from her. His lips were ravishing hers—claiming, controlling, dominating. And she couldn’t help but surrender to him.
He licked inside her lips, and she moaned, a raw throaty sound she’d never made before. He took control of her mouth, his tongue tasting her over and over as sparks danced upon her skin. Heat built in her veins, expanding and expanding. His mouth moved across her lips, down her cheeks and into the hollow of her neck, where he suckled and nibbled. Pleasure threatened to consume her whole. She’d never thought the base of her neck could be so sensitive, but it was. It so freaking was. She pressed her hand to his head as he continued to suck the side of her neck. For sure there would be a mark there but she didn’t care about that. She only cared about the pleasure his mouth was invoking upon her body.
His fingers touched the strap of her dress and he paused, looking into her eyes.
“Shall I continue?” he checked.
“Yes,” she breathed out, “But first I want to see you.”
She tugged at his t-shirt and helped him pull it over his head. She stared at him, breathing hard. Fuck! She’d always imagined him to have a God-like physique but seeing it was something else. Her mouth watered as she took him in.
He was solidly built. His broad chest was well-defined and tapered down to sculpted abs, which further sharpened to a vee that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts.
Her hand moved to the bicep of his right arm where she could finally see the tattoo. That tattoo that she had thought of so often. And now, she finally knew what it was. An arrow. Her fingers traced the design, skating over the feathered tail down the straight line that finally ended in a triangular tip in the middle of his triceps. It was simple. Stark. Beautiful, nonetheless. The ink shaded to perfection.
When she looked up, Vihaan was watching her from under his hooded eyes.
“What does it mean?” she asked.
“Survival, moving forward, strength, triumph…all of it.”
Dozens of questions darted through her mind, but she didn’t voice them. But his reply gave her a tiny indication that he’d survived and triumphed over whatever he’d endured in life. She moved her lips across the tattoo and kissed down it. His sharp inhale was a hint that he liked what she was doing. Feeling bolder, she ran her hands and mouth across his shoulder, down his chest, searching, seeking, learning, moving in no specific pattern. She wanted to taste him everywhere. To touch him everywhere.
Ragged breaths escaped his lips. She delighted in knowing that Vihaan was equally invested and affected by what was going on between them.
She bit on his nipple and a low rumble escaped his mouth. The sound harsh, husky. It was music to her ears.
“Fuck. You’ll pay for that,” he groaned.
She rose on her toes and spoke against his lips. “Make me pay…if you can.”
His eyes widened. Heat swirled in his rich brown depths, making the hue warmer. He lowered her straps and unhooked her bra, pushing it to the side. He stared at her for a hot second before palming her breasts. His hands were rough, the friction causing her mind to riot and her stomach to knot as he continued to weigh, touch and caress her mounds. This was torture. This was pain. It was pure pleasure that was slowly destroying her mind.
“Oh God,” Tiya murmured.
And then he put his mouth on her breast, his lips moving slowly. Slowly. Goddamn slowly! He worked his way round and round her nipples, closing in on her aching tip, but never quite reaching it.
“Vihaan, please,” she cried.
She felt his smile on her skin, yet he didn’t give her what she needed. Damn the man! He was punishing her. One hand lowered, lifting the hem of her maxi up. Higher and higher, until it bunched at her waist. His hand coasted down her leg, reaching closer and closer to where she ached for him. Moving her panties aside, he pulsed his thumb at her nub in slow pumps, driving her insane.
Moaning, she arched into him. He pushed a finger inside her core. Her eyes shut as his knowing finger moved in and out, while his thumb continued to pulse at her nub. God! She was going crazy. Her whole body was shaking as he drove her over the edge. She gripped his arms tighter, needing his support to stay upright. Another finger joined the first and she felt dizzy. Her core tightened. Need vibrated through her. His thumb pressed against her nub hard, and he bit her nipple at the same time. Tiya screamed. Arrays of colors burst behind her eyes, as she came completely undone. But Vihaan didn’t let go. He continued to play with her body, until every inch of her burst into flames. Only when her breathing rightened and she opened her eyes, did he let go.
“You’re stunning,” he whispered. “And I want you.”
His heated words sent shivers down her skin. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the desk, lowering her on it. She knew where this was going and she wanted it. She needed him as much as he needed her. She’d not had a whole lot of experience before him, but she knew without a doubt that she and him would create fireworks together.
