That was it.
That was the exact moment his control, the same control he had built his entire adult life on, finally snapped. To hell with restraint.
He kissed her. Soft lips, warm breath, the faint taste of something sweet and unfamiliar that was justher. For a split second he meant to keep it gentle. He failed almost immediately.
The kiss deepened, her mouth opening beneath his, instinct taking over. His hand moved to her waist automatically when she shuddered, steadying her, holding her like she mightactually fall apart if he didn’t anchor her there when in reality he was the one floundering on stormy seas.
She made the softest sound against his mouth and it nearly undid him. Every protective instinct he had tangled with something far more primal. He wanted to slow down for her. He wanted to devour the moment. He wanted to memorize the way she felt in his arms like this was the last sane decision he would ever make.
Careful,his brain warned.
Mine,something deeper answered.
When he finally forced himself to pull back, it took more effort than he would ever admit out loud. He rested his forehead against hers, trying to steady his breathing before he could form words.
He needed to be sure. This was not about himself. This was about her.
“Still sure?” he asked quietly, his voice rough from everything he was holding back.
Because if she said no… he would stop.
Even now. Especially now.
CHAPTER 37
VEDIKA
“You talk too much,”she told him, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his magical lips back to hers. Sensation slammed through her as his fingers clenched on her waist, slipping beneath her top and finding the sensitive skin beneath.
“Mouse,” he groaned against her mouth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Vedika laughed breathlessly as she wriggled beneath him, trying to pull her tank top off, almost headbutting him in the process. Daksh ripped it off in a single, smooth move. And then froze when he caught sight of her skimpy, black bra, with hot pink bows at strategic positions.
“Do you like it?” she asked, huskily. “I bought it for tonight, for you.”
His fingers trembled as he touched one soft, fragile pink bow. Then he closed his eyes, muttered something under his breath before leaning forward and kissing the sensitive skin of her cleavage.
Vedika shivered, arching into him, instinctively wanting his mouth everywhere on her. Daksh was kind enough to grant herwish. A helpless moan escaped her as his fingers slipped beneath her skirt and found the evidence of her desire for him. He kissed his way down her body, each caress turning her body into jelly.
“Daksh,” she whispered, shock sliding through her as his mouth touched her core. And then, all rational thought fled her mind as he reduced her to a quivering, boneless heap. Her hands clenched in the sheets as she screamed her pleasure. One broad hand slid up to cover her clenched fist, wrapping around it as he continued to coax aftershocks out of her.
After an endless moment, he turned his face to place a damp kiss on the inside of her thigh before sliding up to cover her with his big body. She looked up into his flushed face, met his glittering eyes, and felt the excitement build inside her again.
He left her briefly to fiddle with his wallet and then returned with a condom. She watched, her gaze hooded, as he ripped it open and sheathed himself with crisp, economical movements. She reached over and wrapped her hand around his length and Daksh cursed, even as his body jumped in response to her touch.
“I’m going to finish even before I start, Mouse,” he said, breathlessly, “if you keep that up.”
“Come closer,” she whispered, wanting no distance between them.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he murmured, joining her on the bed again. He kissed her long and deep, his hands working their magic as they stroked her body. He settled above her, a solid, welcome warmth.
His fingers teased her until she could feel her body opening to welcome him, her thighs falling apart. And when she felt theblunt head of him nudge at her opening, she gasped, looking up at him, her eyes wide.
“Still want this? Want me?” he asked hoarsely, the muscles in his neck standing out as he fought for control.
“Always,” she whispered, tipping her hips up to urge him forward.
Daksh groaned, burying his face in the side of her neck, careful to keep his weight on his forearms as he slowly, inch by inch, slid into her. She felt the burn first, the painful stretching and turned her face into him, a small whimper escaping her.
