Chapter 13 #3
She gasped, then clamped down on him. Her movements became faster, harder.
He moved his thumb, tried small, firm circles, flicks, and gently pinching her clit between his fingers. He discovered what made her cry out.
He smiled, then he kept caressing. She was losing her rhythm, driving herself down onto him mindlessly, focused only on sensation.
“Niklas.”
He heard the faint tremor in her voice. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”
Another plunge and she exploded. Her back arched and she screamed his name. Nik had never heard anything so right before.
She shuddered above him, and he gripped her hips. He yanked her down hard and his own release rocketed through him. He roared out loud, knew he’d be leaving bruises on her hips.
When he fell back, spent, she dropped down on top of him, her face pressed to his neck.
They stayed like that, recovering, until their harsh breathing returned to normal.
“Well,” he managed, when he could finally speak again. He stroked a hand down her bare back, tracing the knobs of her spine.
“Hmm.” She stretched against him and, shockingly, he felt his cock twitch. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever recovered that quickly before. Not even as a teen.
“I always knew it would be good, but this—” he slid his hand up to the back of her neck, flicking at the ends of her hair “—was kind of off the charts.”
She lifted her head. “You don’t mind that I like to be on top?”
“Whatever works for you works for me. Watching that sleek body of yours above me is no hardship.”
She smiled. Then she moved her hips against his now-hardening cock. “And it looks like you’re ready for round two.”
“Yes, right there, Niklas.”
Nera stood in the small confines of the shower, the plas tiles cool behind her back, her hands tangled in Niklas’ dark hair.
He was on his knees, his clever mouth between her thighs, the steamy mist bathing them.
His tongue stabbed inside her, before he pulled back and found her clit.
God, the sensations were unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
For a long time, Nera had equated sex with pain and domination. It had taken years, but she’d learned it could be pleasurable—although she still preferred to be in control. That was less about her past and more about who she was.
But with Niklas, she felt safe enough to lose herself…just a little bit. He made her feel so damn much—exhilarating, overwhelming feelings, like she could shatter apart like a supernova.
He sucked on her clit, and her hands tightened in his hair. She gave one strangled cry as her body contracted, then splintered. She cried out, knew she must be hurting him, even as she tugged on his hair.
A moment later, the water shut off, and then he was lifting her into his arms. Good thing, because she didn’t think she could walk.
He took two strides and set her bare ass on the tiny sink.
He moved between her legs, nudged her thighs apart. With one hand, he fisted his cock. It was swollen and huge. He pressed the head against her and waited.
She looked at his face, the strained lines and tight jaw.
“Nera?”
God, could this man get any more perfect? And damned if he didn’t read her like an open holo-book.
“Yes, Niklas. Fill me up.”
“Watch,” he whispered.
She looked down and watched the first inch of him disappear inside her.
Then the second. Even after the orgasms he’d already given her, she still felt him stretch her.
He moved until their bodies met, his cock lodged deep inside her.
He gripped her hips, thrusting in and out of her.
For a second, she felt dominated, out of control. She felt her muscles stiffening.
“Put your hands on your head,” she rasped out.
He eyed her for a second, then let her go. He put his hands behind his head. She gripped his hips now, her legs wrapping around his waist. She urged him to keep moving and he did. He slammed in and out of her, his grunts growing deeper.
Another few thrusts and she started to come. She let her head drop back, her breasts arching forward.
“Nera.” Just her name, and a second later he slammed deep and stayed there as he spilled himself inside her.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, she couldn’t move. He shifted, and she didn’t like it when he slipped out of her. Then he was scooping her up—what was it about a big, strong man carrying you around that made you feel so…cherished? He laid her on the bed.
He settled on his back and tugged her into his side.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?” His voice was lazy.
“For…not letting you touch me the way you wanted to.”
He went still for a second, then he hugged her closer. “I’ll take you as you are, Nera. I’m not asking you to be anything else.”
She smiled. “Then maybe sometimes I’ll let you touch me…if it suits me.”
His arm tightened on her. “All I want is your pleasure. If me keeping my hands out of the way achieves that, it isn’t a problem.”
She rubbed her cheek against the warm skin of his chest. He was so damned good. He deserved so much better than her.
But for now, he was hers, and she would do everything she had to do to keep him safe.