Chapter 7
Seven
L AYANA
I was amazed by my own boldness. Grabbing him with fierce urgency, I couldn’t hold back the desire and need that had been simmering between us for the entire week.
Our close proximity, separated only by a thin wall, left me drowning in overwhelming desire.
Every fiber of me burned to feel him—his heat, his scent, his mouth.
Every stolen glance and lingering touch heightened my craving for him, electrifying the air around us.
I yearned to close the distance, bridging the gap that felt both intimate and maddeningly far.
I needed his skin against mine, his scent in my lungs.
. I tried to respect his desire to wait, yet every second apart felt like pure torture.
One kiss—just one—and I’d combust. At the very least, it would light up the night, and I knew I could no longer resist. My heart raced at the thought of finally surrendering to my feelings.
The moment I made my move, time halted. This visceral need overwhelmed my senses. However, just as our lips drew near, I hesitated.
Fear surged. What if this was a mistake?
Nonetheless, our chemistry crackled with an electrifying intensity, propelling me beyond my fears.
One glance at the longing in his eyes melted away any uncertainty I felt.
With the flavor of his breath so near, I realized I had to take the leap.
Our lips hovered, breath mingling—heat coiled tight between us, ready to snap.
But Niko was anything but frozen. He responded as if I had ignited a fierce inferno within him.
His dark eyes momentarily widened before transforming into a deep, primal hunger. A low, guttural growl escaped, and in an instant, he seized control.
His hand crashed against the front of my shoulder as he violently shoved me backward until I slammed into the wall.
I whimpered as the shock of impact coursed through me.
With a swift, authoritative motion, he pinned both my wrists against the wall, his strong grip leaving me completely immobilized.
And I found myself loving its demand.
He captured my lips, sealing my momentary gasp. Gone was the tender, lingering kiss from before. In its place was an urgent, blistering conquering—hot, hard, and impatient.
I pulled back, gasping for air as I whispered, “I thought…you wanted…to wait.”
“I did.” His reply came out in a near growl that echoed inside. “But when you entered my world, you became mine, Laya. Marriage is just a formality."
All of a sudden, my heart raced as if ready to jump from my chest, and my skin felt as if it were on fire.
His piercing gaze turned to me again, and with a fierce, possessive growl, he captured my mouth again. His tongue slipped between my lips, searching, probing, and battling with mine in a teasing, seductive dance.
Instantly, my nipples hardened, and my clit throbbed in a way I’d never experienced before. My core clenched, and a rushing flood of need overflowed like a tidal wave deep inside me.
He pressed on, deepening the kiss and awakening every one of my nerve endings.
I never anticipated such an unrestrained, voracious surge of sensation, but I lost myself and surrendered completely.
The raw, mesmerizing, primal dance of his tongue stirred something deep within me, unveiling a depth of desire I had yet to uncover.
It was not merely a kiss but a passionate embrace that pulled me into an abyss of need.
This was a seduction in itself.
I arched, needing more contact, but with my hands still pinned above my head, the best I could do was graze my breast against him.
This haze of lust pushed me to the edge of desperation.
“Niko,” I whimpered as he moved forwarded pressing his hot, hard, throbbing cock against my thigh.
The sensation of it, so thick and long, caused my eyes to snap open. This man wasn’t small by any means, and my inexperience wasn’t clouding my judgment.
How the hell was he going to fit inside me?
A sudden wave of panic washed over me as he withdrew his lips, his intense gaze fixed on mine.
His primal desire sent my heartbeat racing, creating an undeniable attraction between us.
At that moment, I felt like a coveted prey held captive, poised for his relentless pursuit as his desire crackled around us.
My breaths quickened, the world fading into a blur as all that mattered was the tantalizing thrill of his presence, a fierce storm waiting to break.
Niko’s desire for me pulsed like a heartbeat, penetrating deep into my core and stirring every fiber of my being.
A shiver raced down my spine, as if our connection sparked a wildfire within. A magnetic pull tethered us, and every moment together heightened my senses, awakening something primal inside.
I ached. There was no other way to describe it.
But I also felt so alive.
How was that even possible?
My reasons for choosing him now seemed insignificant.
A rush of emotions enveloped me, each stripping away barriers around my heart, as if they were a powerful tide of feelings, caught off guard by the depth of our connection.
My heart pounded in my ears, and my skin burned for more of whatever this man could reveal to me.
“Your mouth tastes like the sweetest nectar, Laya,” he murmured, trailing fiery kisses down my neck.
I threw my head back, relishing the feathery touch of his kisses. He kissed me with light passes, yet his mouth felt sizzling hot, his kisses searing my skin as he trailed down toward my chest.
Niko released my arms and tugged the straps of my dress over my shoulders, letting them slip halfway down my arms. The fabric flowed down, exposing my cleavage as his desperate kisses moved lower, teasing my hardened nipples and leaving me deliciously bare.
Throughout my life, I frequently envisioned being kissed and touched with intense passion. However, nothing could have readied me for the deep sensation that coursed electrifyingly through every part of my existence.
A heat raged inside me, my fingers trembled, my stomach fluttered, and each brush of his lips ignited a whirlwind of need so intense that I felt drunk and lightheaded.
And I wanted, needed, craved, more and more.
When his fingertips added to the assault, gliding seductively along my bare arms, each caress sent shivers of delight over my body.
“Oh,” I gasped and moaned, grasping onto his forearms, unable to do anything else. “This feels so good.”
I pressed against him, pleading for something bolder, something stronger.
This was a new experience, unfamiliar territory that I was eager to explore. A hunger clawed at me from the inside out. I had to find a way to express my desires.
But how?
I focused on his movements, letting him lead, trying not to think too much.
He growled in response and delivered, making me cry out as he pinched my nipples through my dress. The sensations he brought forth shot straight to my pussy, and a flood of desire pooled between my legs.
I had explored my own body before, but nothing compared to the way his fingers moved. Having Niko awaken parts of me that I hadn’t known existed was utterly overwhelming.
He guided my arms to my sides and lowered my dress. However, it caught at my waist.
“You’re a masterpiece, Laya,” he growled. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
He reached forward, caressing my left breast before cupping it fully in his palm. His thumb traced slowly over the sensitive bud through the lace of my bra, pleasure-filled pain shooting through me.
My core clenched, and my clit throbbed with need as he repeated the same sensual treatment on my right breast. His intentional touches sparked electric currents over my skin, making me feel delightfully mischievous under his unabashed admiration.
Heat surged through my cheeks, a reaction I rarely experienced. His gaze swept over me, absorbing every inch, leaving me exposed.
Goosebumps prickled my skin, and the ache between my legs intensified, a mix of painful need and vulnerability that was almost overwhelming.
Suddenly, he leaned in again and captured my lips with his kiss. It was deep and commanding until he pulled back, resting his hands on my hips. He lifted me into his arms with effortless strength and took a few steps before setting me down on a desk in the corner.
“Lift up.” Niko’s palms rested on my hips as he peeled the dress past my hips and flung it aside, leaving me bare except for the red lace panties and the matching bra I had hastily chosen this morning.
His mouth traced a path along the curve of my neck. He left teasing kisses across my throat and shoulder, hinting at hidden pleasures yet to be explored.
I struggled with the buttons on his black pinstriped shirt, eager to reveal the skin beneath. Matching his energy, I slid the fabric from his shoulders, my hands brushing against him as a sense of urgency enveloped us.
My fingers traced his sculpted body, his bare skin feeling like velvet beneath my fingertips.
I gripped his biceps, his rippling muscles bunching and flexing beneath my touch.
My palms roamed over his arms and down his back, appreciating every ridge and contour.
He radiated strength, an embodiment of pure masculinity.
Summoning my courage, I let my hand drift between his legs. My fingers quivered as they brushed against the rigid length of his pulsing cock, straining through the denim of his jeans.
A growl rumbled from his throat as he lifted his head to lock his gaze with mine. His midnight eyes seethed with a fierce, almost savage promise of a storm ready to unleash with lust and violence.
This should have frightened me. I was treading into dangerous territory. Yet, my body shivered with exhilaration and anticipation.
There was no turning back. Niko intended to claim me completely, and I wanted every part of that. I craved everything he offered, desperate to reciprocate every ounce of that passion.