Chapter 4
He tasted better than she remembered, and Eira captured Nick’s bottom lip between her teeth.
A moan escaped his mouth, and she breathed it in, swallowing it with greed.
There was nothing more intoxicating than a man voicing his pleasure, and his deep moans electrified her body.
His hand tightened around her wrists. His broad chest pressed her into the wall, and Eira deepened the kiss, craving more, so much more.
Nick lost all control as her tongue licked the seam of his mouth, and his hips pressed into hers.
He reveled in how she squirmed when his dick pushed against her, how her skin burned warm and her breasts heaved.
He missed the way she moaned, the way she screamed, the way she came, and suddenly her orgasming was the only thing he could think about.
Nick ripped his lips from hers. She sighed in protest, but he unwound the string of lights from his neck and lifted them to her raised hands. Eira gasped as he slowly wound them around her wrists, and then he slammed the pointed bulbs into the wall, embedding them so she couldn’t escape.
“In case you get any ideas about hitting me again,” he teased against her lips, and then he snapped his fingers. The lights flared to life, their blinking color beautiful against her skin.
“Asshole,” she snarled, but Nick silenced her with a kiss, claiming her mouth, her sanity, her lust. She struggled against the festive bonds, but it was futile. She was trapped against the wall, against him, and suddenly she didn’t remember why she hated him.
Through the haze of arousal and blinking red and green bulbs, Eira vaguely registered the sound of a zipper, and then Nick’s hands slid into her pants, his calloused fingers brushing against her clit.
“Fuck, Eira,” he moaned into her mouth as he pushed further, his finger slipping inside her to the knuckle.
“So wet for me, just like I remember… maybe even more.” She bit his lip in annoyance, the only way she could fight back as he pressed her against the wall.
“I missed your fire,” he laughed, inserting a second finger, and her teeth bit harder, but this time in pleasure.
“That’s it, my little shadow. Come on my fingers. ”
She kissed him with desperate hunger, her mind spinning, her body a blaze of sensations, her heart exploding. She hadn’t been with anyone since Nick left, and having him here, her emotions warring between love and hate, was too much. Too much. Too much.
She screamed into his mouth as she came, her pussy flooding his hand with her arousal.
Her muscles shook. Her skin blazed with an electrical current, and she forgot how hard this man made her come.
It felt like a collision between Heaven and Hell, like the hottest fire and the coldest ice.
It was perfection, and one orgasm wasn’t enough.
Nick seemed to sense her desperation, and with a swift yank, he pulled her pants and shoes off.
He freed himself, but before she could admire the impressive length, he gripped her thighs and hoisted her into the air.
His muscular chest pinned her against the wall, his fingers digging into her skin, and as his mouth found hers again, he pushed inside her in one thrust.
Eira grabbed the string of lights with a breathy gasp as he bottomed out, his cock filling her almost to the point of pain.
Nick paused, allowing her to adjust to his thickness, but she squirmed against him.
She didn’t want time to adjust. She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion, to remind her how she hated him so much that she didn’t hate him at all.
She never forgot the way he filled her, claiming her so thoroughly that she still felt him inside her the morning after.
She never forgot the way he worshipped every inch of her body, his lips tasting her, owning her, devouring her.
The way he could make her scream over and over and over again until she begged him to stop.
Nick’s head dropped to her neck, burrowing his face against her throat.
With every thrust, he pushed her further into the wall, his pelvis brushing her clit with each roll of his hips.
It was rough and desperate and primal, and pleasure barreled through her like a train without breaks.
Her climax hit so hard, all she could do was wrap her thighs around his waist and hold on for dear life.
The orgasm didn’t stop but rolled through her endlessly as he chased his own release, and she almost laughed at how loud she moaned.
The thieves in the basement definitely heard her.
Hell, the entire neighborhood probably heard her.
“Fuck,” Nick groaned against her throat, his hungry lips kissing her soft skin, and he twitched inside her as he came.
The sensation of him emptying his pleasure into her with rough strokes forced another climax to the surface, and she plunged over the edge with him, both of them panting and blissful.