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She flopped forward onto him, her arms going tight around him, her face dripping with tears and sweat. She didn’t care that she was clinging to him. In this moment, he was hers. She needed an anchor, to come down from the cliff she had just jumped off.
But of course, in her moment of vulnerability, she had misjudged him again.
He held her just as tight as she did him, whispering sweet nothings at her temple, telling her how sexy and how thrilling it was to watch her climax. And she knew he was telling her the truth. Because it was there in his voice. Need rippled through him—his words, his tight body, even in the tension across his face. Naina pulled back. It wasn’t enough that she had found satisfaction unlike she had ever known before. She wanted him to find it too. She wanted him to remember her forever. She reached for the seam of his trousers and slowly undid the button and the zipper. She refused to look away from him and he held her gaze too, as if he intended to see into her soul. “I need your words, pretty girl. I need to know you still want this. I need to know you’re as desperate as I am in this moment.”
“I want you inside me, Vikram. I want you to find satisfaction in my body just as I found it in yours. I want you to wake up tomorrow and thinkOh, my God, that girl rocked my world.” She dropped her nose against his and smiled up at him. “Is that clear enough?”
“It might hurt. For just a little while.”
“I trust you will make it all better after the hurt,” she said, a taunt in her tone.
“Of course I will, Dream Girl. Kiss me again,” he said simply and Naina complied.
Their kisses went from soft to intense in a matter of seconds. She went from loose and sated to greedy and aroused in minutes. With his hands and mouth, Vikram was everywhere on her skin. Kissing, nipping, licking, until she was a single mass of thrumming sensation. Slowly, he built her up again, until she was panting. Until she was so close to the edge that she could taste it.
He lifted her up and over him, and in the next blink, he was inside her, in a single thrust.
Naina gasped at the thread of pain.
“Shh...look at me, love. Stay here with me,” he said, and Naina let his words wash through her. Over her. In this way, he felt as if he was everywhere inside her.
He didn’t move. Or even wiggle his hips.
Eyes closed, Naina ran her hands over him. Over that sharp blade of a nose, the surprisingly sweet-tasting mouth, the line of his jaw, to the thud of his heart, to the tautly fascinating map of his abs...her fingers boldly moved down further, to where they were joined together.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she pushed up with her thighs and rose up a little, then sank back down. The friction was amazing, the pinch of pain already fading. She did it again, gasping at the thrill that shot through her spine, the tightening knot there...
He moved his palms all over her, just as she’d done to him. Those clever fingers molding and squeezing... “How do you feel now, Dream Girl?”
“It’s like a sweet ache, a sense of overwhelming fullness. Vikram?”
His tongue licked at the rigid knot of her nipple. Then he closed those lips over it and tugged, repeating the action, again and again. “Yes, baby?”
“I want to come again,” she declared, without an ounce of shyness this time.
She felt his smile near her heart, felt his fingers abandon her breast and when she protested, he took her mouth in such a rough kiss that she felt burned. And then she felt him there, rubbing at her bud, whispering into her ear. “I wish I was a man of beautiful words, Dream Girl.” With every word, he thrust up, while pushing his finger down at her center, creating sensations that were amplified a thousand times. “I wish I could describe to you in this moment how beautiful you are...the flush on your skin, the tremble of your lips, the pulse at your neck.
“But I can give you what you want. Tell me again, Dream Girl.”
“I want everything. Tonight. Everything you can give me.”
And before she could blink, he was lifting her up again, this time pressing her back onto the lounger. And then he was moving inside her again, more deeply than before.
A slow, hard thrust that would have thrown her off the lounger if he wasn’t holding her. A swivel of his hips, then another slow drag and every time he did it, the slab of his muscles rubbed her in just the right place and Naina thought she might die if she didn’t climax soon.
As if he heard her unsaid plea, his movements became faster, harder, his fingers digging into her hips, causing delicious points of pain that made all the other sensations she was feeling even sharper and brighter.
When Naina would have screamed in ecstasy at the top of her lungs, he covered her mouth with his and swallowed up her pleasure. “Look at me, Dream Girl,” he whispered and Naina did and saw his own explosion of pleasure transform his face into a thing of beauty that she would never forget.
This night, this man, these moments of pure, joyous pleasure... Naina knew she was forever changed by it.
CHAPTER FOUR
“VIKRAMRAAWAL’SLATESTblockbuster is nothing more than a cheesy, gratuitously violent, sexist romp...”
“Hell, Rita, turn the bloody radio off!”
Without waiting for a reply, Vikram hung up the phone and then slammed his hand against the steering wheel.
