Page 45 of Entangled Vows (Destined Diaries #2)

She cupped him through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, feeling him twitch beneath her palm.

A soft groan escaped his lips as his body tightened in response.

With one leg, she hooked the waistband of his briefs and tugged it down slowly.

He held her gaze with hooded eyes, then stood up with effortless confidence and pushed the briefs all the way off.

They pooled on the floor, forgotten, while he stood there, gloriously naked, every inch of him hard and beautiful.

Her eyes widened, and her breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Her mouth watered as her gaze swept over him, taking in his broad chest, the taut abdomen, and the thick, heavy length that made her ache in places she couldn’t admit out loud. Heat curled low in her belly, sharp and insistent.

God, this maddeningly sexy man was all hers.

Without thinking, her fingers curled around his arm, and she pulled him down to her.

He came willingly, bracing himself on his forearms as he hovered above her.

His mouth found her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing path that made her tremble.

When he reached her nipple and closed his lips around it, she whimpered, all helpless and wanting.

She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer, glaring at him. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing me…” her voice was thick with need, “…I’m going to—”

“What, baby?” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jaw. “What are you going to do?”

“I’ll make myself come,” she whispered, her chin tilted in challenge, even as her body trembled with need.

Vikram’s eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, you think you can? Cute. Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

Her body erupted in goosebumps at his deep baritone.

She was already slick and ready when his hand slipped down her stomach.

And when he paused, she held her breath.

He propped himself up slightly so he could meet her gaze.

Then his fingers dipped between her thighs, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

A gasp escaped her as his fingertips lightly brushed her core, causing her body to tense again. Their eyes locked, and she couldn’t look away as he explored her body with slow, tantalising touches.

With his mouth on her neck and his fingers deep inside her, Vikram worked Mahika to the brink. Again, her back lifted from the bed, and she cried out his name like a sacred plea. The feeling went straight to his heart, making him feel like a king. Her king. Her man.

He kissed his way up her neck, tasting every inch of her flushed skin. Her fingers twisted in his hair, trying to tug him up faster. The moment he was within reach, she lifted from the bed and dragged her tongue across his lips.

Vikram groaned and crashed his mouth to hers in a kiss that was fierce and hot.

Mahika wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, anchoring him to her heat.

His hard length pressed against her core, all bare, and the sensation burned through every last shred of his restraint.

Her nails raked through his hair, then down his shoulders, leaving faint trails of fire in their wake.

She was wild, urgent, and utterly irresistible.

“Baby, slow down,” he muttered, his breath ragged, reaching to the side table for protection.

In one fluid motion, he rolled it on, then gripped himself and positioned it at her entrance, dragging the thick head slowly along her slick, wet folds. Her body responded instantly, her muscles clenching with anticipation, urging him deeper, greedy for every inch of him.

Vikram felt like he was in heaven. Her heat enveloped him, and the soft whisper of her breath ghosted across his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He fought to maintain control, afraid of the explosive release that threatened to tear through him.

He’d never felt this way before. His past encounters paled in comparison.

Every touch, every gasp, every wild kiss with Mahika felt brand new, like it was his first time all over again.

It was a feeling he hadn’t even known existed, until now.

“Grizz… I need you,” she whispered, her eyes wide and filled with an urgency that knocked the air out of his lungs.

“Fuck. Hearing you say that does things to me.”

She circled her hips, teasing him, and he clenched his jaw, struggling to barely hold himself together.

“Please,” Her soft whisper broke the last of his control. With a long, hard push, he entered her completely.

Mahika cried out, her body instinctively clenching around him, drawing in a sharp breath as she accommodated his size.

Fighting his basest instincts, Vikram gritted his teeth and stayed still, trying not to give in to the burning desire to possess her.

She was so tight, so perfect, and he felt completely engulfed by the passion between them.

“Oh God. Move,” she begged, her hands moving down to grip his butt, pulling him closer, her nails grazing his skin with desperate need.

“Fuck,” he groaned, her body squeezing around him like she never wanted to let go. And he didn’t want to leave, not even for a moment.

He pulled back, then thrust again… and again. Slow at first, then harder, deeper, like he wanted her to feel every second of this moment burn into her skin.

“You feel like heaven,” Vikram groaned against her mouth, his voice gravelly. “So fucking amazing.”

“Yes...” Mahika whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, dragging him even deeper. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her eyes locked on his. “I want you...”

He let out a low, guttural sound and slammed back into her. “You have me,” he growled, his grip tightening around her hips. “You fucking own me right now.”

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt both primal and possessed. Vikram kissed her again, biting her lip as his fingers tangled in her hair, his thighs slapping against hers with rising urgency.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried into his mouth.

It was wild, messy, and perfect, and they couldn’t stop touching each other.

“That’s right, baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with control. “That’s me. Inside you. Making you come.”

“Cocky bastard!” she moaned, her nails digging into his back. “You talk too much.”

“You love it when I talk like this,” he growled. “Admit it.”

Her lips curved into a smirk, her breath ragged. “I love it when you shut up and fuck me harder.”

His eyes darkened, and in the next second, he obeyed, pounding into her with a force that knocked the breath out of her lungs.

“Like that?” he bit out, his hand gripping her thigh.

She whimpered, her voice cracking. “Fuck... Vicky…”

“Say it,” he demanded, his tone pure temptation. “Say who’s making you fall apart.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, pleasure crashing over her in waves. “You. It’s you.”

He kissed her then, fervent and possessive, as her body clenched around him, and she came undone in his arms. Her core clenched so hard around him that it pushed him straight over the edge.

Vikram cursed low and filthy as he buried himself to the hilt one final time, spilling into her with a rough groan, his body shaking from the force of the best orgasm of his life.

Their breaths tangled, sweat mingled, and for one long, burning moment, nothing else existed except for the aftermath of something wild, primal, and perfect.

After a beat, he realised he had collapsed on top of her, breathless and spent. She held him close, her chest rising against his, and pressed a tender kiss to his shoulder, her lips warm against his damp skin.

“Shit! I’m crushing you,” he muttered, rolling off to the side.

She untangled herself from him and tried to slide away, but Vikram wasn’t having it. He held her by the waist and dragged her back into him.

“No,” he growled. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Vikram,” she squealed when he flipped them, pulling her on top of him.

Her legs fell on either side of his hips, and her chest pressed against his. His cock, still hard, nestled beneath her soaked centre, twitching at the thought of going again.

She rested her head against his chest and exhaled, completely wrecked. He ran his hand down her back, grounding them both. “That was—”

“Incredible,” he finished.

She huffed. “Unexpected. And reckless.”

“Reckless? We used protection, baby.” He didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. He knew exactly what had just happened. And he’d do it again and again, without a second thought.

She didn’t answer right away. Then she lifted her hand and caught sight of the ring on her finger.

“I thought,” she whispered, “once we had sex, you’d be out of my system. That I’d stop thinking about you like this.”

Vikram turned his head, waiting. “And now?”

She met his gaze. “Now I want to do it again.”

He pulled her down and pressed his lips to hers. As the kiss deepened, they were both lost in the sea of sensations until a loud thud shattered the silence, making them both jolt.

“What the fuck was that?” Vikram muttered, lifting himself on one elbow.

They both turned to see a blur of white dart from behind the curtain, and Mahika groaned. “Bungee!”

That fluffy and furry furball, with his intense gaze, stared at them like they’d interrupted his quiet night.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Vikram said. “That vampire rabbit was here the whole time?”

Bungee thumped his foot and knocked something else over.

“He’s sensitive to sounds, Vicky,” Mahika huffed.

“He’s a voyeur,” Vikram shot back. “And I swear he judged me.”

With a giggle, she wrapped the sheet around herself before stepping off the bed. Then she carried Bungee to his cage and draped her lightweight scarf over it. When she returned, Vikram pulled her down, and she straddled him, her hair cascading around them like a dark, silken curtain.

“He’d better not disturb us again,” Vikram murmured, his gaze intense as he caressed her lower lip. “Because I’m not done with you.”

Her heart thudded. “Neither am I.”

Vikram swallowed hard. His cock was already ready for round two. He thrust up slightly, letting her feel his hardness.

“I’m all yours,” he said, lounging back with his arms laced behind his head. “Use me.”

“Vicky…” she whispered, her gaze dropping.

He hooked two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. “What, baby?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It complicates everything.”

“Does it?” he asked, thrusting his hips up again. “Because right now, it feels like the simplest fucking thing in the world.”

He flipped her again and settled snugly between her thighs.

A deep groan rumbled from him as he took care of protection and slid back into her, their bodies gliding smoothly.

This time, it was slower and gentler, yet just as intense.

Each thrust drew them deeper into one another in a rhythm that felt sacred.

Lost in the moment, they rode the waves of pleasure together in perfect rhythm, feeling like nothing else mattered.