Page 39 of No Other Love

Anika arched into my touch, a liquid scream forming in her throat.

‘Quieter,’ I said, mindful of my family sleeping just doors away. ‘Keep your eyes open.’

Her breath sobbed out. But she kept her eyes on mine with effort. The lashes shuddering like flames with the effort. ‘You…this is hot.’ Her voice was desire-dazed. Hot on its own.

‘I’m just getting started.’ I smiled against her tummy and kissed her navel before biting it. Like she’d bit the skin behind my ear.

Anika’s legs thrashed as I swiftly discarded her panties and plunged into her waiting arousal. All wet, all mine. I lapped it up, fingers and teeth and tongue. While she broke for me, over and over again. Her pleasure sounding like music to my starved ears.

I bit at the edge of her clit and squeezed her inner thighs, and she raised her hips, thrashing against the mattress. This was not gentle, no prelude to lovemaking.

I was taking what I wanted from her – every last bit of her pleasure. The sounds she couldn’t make, the way her belly went concave as she sobbed her breaths out, her thighs around myshoulders straining for purchase and relief. The soft depression of her hips when I squeezed them to get to the right angle inside her.

I moved over the mattress, trying to find some relief for my own arousal but it only wanted Anika. All of me wantedher. Was on fire for her.Being this close to her and inside her, tasting her after months of not having her was presenting a feast to a starving man. I gorged myself.

Biting and sucking and licking, taking more of her sweet honey down my throat, and relearning the shape and curves of her.

I licked her one last time and she came for me, beautifully. Undone. Allmine.From my tongue and lips and mouth.

When she was a limp, quivering mess on the bed - spots on the sheet I wasn’t going to wash ever - I raised my head and licked my lips.

She was gripping her breast and rubbing her thumb over the nipple as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I slapped her hand away.

‘Mine,’ I growled. ‘That’s mine.’

I reared up and took the nipple and aureola in my lips and sucked so hard it should have been painful. But she loved it because she arched her back into my mouth so I could do it again.

Then I looked at her like a man possessed.

Her lips parted, dazed and satisfied.

‘I like this dominating kink,’ she murmured. But her hand found my erection. ‘And this is mine,’ she murmured silkily.

She gave me a quick stroke from base to tip.

I pushed her hand away again.

This time, Anika pouted. ‘What…?’

Twenty-Two

Vikrant

‘Turn around,’ I ordered. ‘On your hands and knees.’ I leaned over her ear and said, ‘Please.’

Anika turned around, her hand sliding up to cup my nape, curving to fit all of her body under my body. A soft female I wanted to mark all over. Like that could claim her. Keep her here with me, always.

The knowledge of what awaited me in four days, made me rougher, slightly less caring as I wore the condom I bought in some vain luckless hope, six months ago, and positioned myself against her.

I wanted to fuck her, fuck her hard for the hurt she’d put me through. For being the only person to ever make me this mindless. This base.This possessive.

So, I did. I stroked into her roughly. And watched as her back splotched with heat. I did it again, moving in and out, our scents, our breaths the only things alive in the room.

Anika cried out when I went in the whole way the next time, a tight, snug fit that felt like heaven and hell. She was so wet; it was a separate feeling all on its own…to know she loved me like this. At my animal best.

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