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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 momenttogether 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.”