Page 44 of Entangled Vows (Destined Diaries #2)

Mahika felt like her whole body was on fire. His husky voice and dirty talk stole her breath. His words felt holy, like a confession, and she felt dizzy knowing this proud man was as into her as she was into him. A slow smile curved her lips as she leaned in, her voice laced with heat.

“Then stop talking, Grizzly,” she murmured, her fingers sliding into his hair. “And show me just how filthy those thoughts are.”

She was mid-sentence when he cut her off with a hot, possessive kiss. Her fingers gripped his hair as their kiss got more intense, like he was devouring her whole. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, her hips moving just enough to make them both groan with pleasure.

“More, please. I need you,” she breathed into his kiss.

His grip tightened on her thighs, and he lifted her easily.

Without breaking their kiss, he carried her to the bed, the intense tension between them nearly overwhelming.

In one swift move, he flung her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing.

She landed with a soft thud, the mattress dipping beneath her with a gentle whoosh.

Lying there, propped on her elbows, her hair a tangled halo around her flushed face, she looked up at him.

Vikram stood at the edge, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with jagged breaths. His eyes raked over her body in an appreciative gaze, drinking her in. His look was so intense, it burned hotter than his touch.

“Take that bra off,” he ordered.

Biting her lower lip, Mahika obeyed, unhooking it with a quick flick of her wrist. The material gave way, baring her breasts, which were flushed, soft, and lush in the dim light.

Vikram drew in a quick breath. His hand slid to the back of his head, an instinctive reflex as though to hold himself together. But his dark, hungry eyes stayed glued to her. He looked like a starved man staring at his first meal, fighting the intense urge to claim her right then and there.

“Good god. You look like a sin I’d gladly burn for in hell,” he exhaled.

She arched an eyebrow and teased, “Hmm… you seem like all talk. I don’t see any action—”

Her words were swallowed by a gasp as Vikram reached forward, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her roughly towards the edge of the bed. The movement was swift and commanding, leaving her breathless. She landed hard, her legs dangling over the side, thighs spread open for him.

Before she could even process the rush of heat that hit her, Vikram dipped down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, and he started sucking on it, making her cry out loud.

His hand moulded around her other breast, kneading and fondling it, alternating between rough and tender.

She let out a soft whimper, her back arching off the mattress.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him there, as though letting go would break something inside her.

It wasn’t just pleasure; it was her undoing.

With every stroke of his tongue, he was erasing everything she thought she knew about her body.

His mouth tightened around her, sucking harder, while his other hand slid between her thighs.

Without a word, he grabbed her thong and ripped it from her skin in one swift, brutal motion.

The thin fabric fell away, and she was exposed to him entirely.

“You were saying something, my baby dragon?” Vikram’s voice was rough, his tone dark with satisfaction.

She tried to form words, but her body trembled under the intensity of his gaze.

“No?” he murmured as his palms dragged slowly up the insides of her thighs, parting them further. “Didn’t think so.”

Then he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and dragged her hips towards him with purposeful force. He spread her legs all the way and took his time looking at her.

“Fuck. So beautiful,” he breathed.

He licked his lips, and then, he hooked her legs over his shoulders. The hunger in his eyes told her this was anything but casual. It was possession. Obsession. He looked up at her, holding her gaze. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

His hands gripped her thighs firmly, anchoring her, but his mouth hovered just above her heat, not touching it. Not yet.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“You want me to just look at you like this? Or should I do something about this dripping little situation here?” His tone turned smug, cocky, and it made her want to slap the grin off his face.

“Jerk. Just stop being so smug,” she huffed.

“I’m being fucking honest,” he countered, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh that made her squirm. “Tell me, baby. I want to know exactly what you crave right now. My fingers... or my tongue.”

“I…” she swallowed hard. “I want... both.”

His smile turned dangerous. “Dirty, dirty girl. I like it.”

Then he lowered his head and licked her, right where she needed him, slow and deliberate. His tongue was hot, merciless, and devastatingly precise. He dragged it up her slick centre, then circled her clit with sinful strokes, making Mahika cry out, her hips jolting.

“Oh my God… Vikram…”

He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her core, making her legs tremble.

He licked deeper, slower, then fast again…

changing rhythms, teasing her mercilessly until she writhed beneath him.

His hands slid beneath her hips, lifting her into his mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough.

He ate her like he’d been starving for her, like she was the only meal he’d ever wanted to eat.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered into her. “And I’ve imagined this… a lot.”

His fingers joined his tongue, and she gasped, a moan escaping her lips at the exquisite sensations that thrummed through her.

It was slow, measured at first, and then another finger joined, syncing with the beat of his tongue.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled again, overwhelmed by the intensity, every nerve ending alight and raw with need.

Her mind was blank; she couldn’t think. She was lost in a whirlwind of pure pleasure.

Every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers, every rough flick of his stubble against her thighs dragged her closer to something that felt dangerously infinite.

And he didn’t stop. Not even when she bucked beneath him. Not even when her legs began to shake violently around his shoulders.

“Vikram,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “God, oh God. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice lost in the moment.

And he didn’t. He only drove into her harder, his fingers going deeper until she came apart completely. Her orgasm ripped through her, a roaring tidal wave of sensation.

She screamed his name and arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around his shoulders, her body shuddering intensely. He held her there, firmly, safe in his arms.

When the wave of pleasure subsided, she slumped heavily against the mattress, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “That was… oh my god.”

Her face was flushed, and she caught Vikram’s gaze from between her legs. His mouth was slick, his lips glistening with her heat. He had a hungry, wild look in his eyes as he spoke in a low, raspy voice.

“Already tired? This is only the beginning.”

Then, with a slow, sensual lick of his lips, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes still locked intently on hers.

The sheer eroticism of the act sent another wave of fiery heat through her.

It was sharp, hot, and almost dizzying, like a mini heart attack disguised as desire.

“I find this situation highly unfair. I’m completely naked, but you’re not,” Mahika stated, her eyes fixed on him from her position.

A wicked smile played on Vikram’s lips as he unbuckled his belt. “Let me fix that.”

His pants slid down, barely concealing his erection in his black briefs. Mahika’s eyes dropped, and her mouth went dry at the sight.

“Keep staring like that, and you’ll be on your knees all night, darling,” he drawled with a wicked smirk.

Her breath hitched. Her gaze drifted slowly upwards. Her lips parted slowly as she took in his sculpted body. A wave of temptation washed over her as she slowly licked her bottom lip, her eyes burning with desire.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t enjoy it.”

A dark laugh rumbled from his chest. “There’s my baby dragon. One day I’ll take you up on that.” He leaned towards her, his gaze a tangible force as his eyes locked on hers like she was something sacred. “But tonight… I need to be inside you.”

Mahika lay there trembling, bare under his intense stare, her skin heating with a flush everywhere his gaze lingered.

He took her in—the rosy blush of her cheeks, the hard tips of her nipples, the soft curve of her parted lips.

Then, he held onto her knees and opened her thighs to expose her completely.

Her breathing caught. She should have felt shy, but the look of awe and desire in his expression made her feel like she was being worshipped.

“Vikram…” she moaned, moving her hips, desperate for him.

He took his time as he leaned over her, bracing himself, and kissed her deeply, slowly, pouring everything into that kiss that he hadn’t said aloud.

Mahika melted into him, her fingers curling into his hair, her nails skimming down his back as tension coiled tighter and tighter.

He groaned at the sensation, his hand sliding down her side, mapping the lines of her body like he was trying to memorise her through touch alone.

She arched into him, her heart pounding, every nerve alive under his palms.

He was holding back. She could feel it. He was restraining himself, as if this wasn’t just about release. It was more. She could sense it in every careful motion, every breath he took between kisses.