Page 93 of Entangled Vows

“Do you have any idea what your little nightly stunts have been doing to me all these days?” he rasped. “Strutting around in those barely-there negligees, those sexy satin blouses, wearing tight skirts that hugged your ass like a fucking dream at work. You think I didn’t notice?”

He pulled away, and she almost whined at the loss of contact.

“Every time you bit your lip, rolled those gorgeous eyes, or walked past me with that fucking sway in your hips... you weren’t just teasing me, sweetheart. You were driving me straight to the edge. You were literally wrecking my sanity.”

Her breath hitched. “Maybe that’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Oh yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Well, congratulations, wifey. You succeeded. I couldn’t take myeyes off you. I couldn’t stop thinking about dragging you into the nearest room and stripping you bare… just like this.”

His hands glided down her neck and cupped her breasts, and she instinctively leaned into his touch, craving more.

“I wanted to touch you. Claim you. Make you forget your own name.”

Her skin flamed at his words, every nerve ending alight with need.

“And now that I finally have you like this…” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over her ear. “I’m going to make good on every filthy thought I’ve had about you, Mahika. Every damn one.”

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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 intohis 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.”