Page 12 of Nidev and Lyric (Bayou Bishops #23)

The firelight flickered over the rough-hewn walls of the little cottage, painting the darkness with gold and amber. The winter chill crept along the floor but didn’t begin to touch the heat of what was coming. Without even touching her yet, his heat wrapped her. His obsession, his hunger, the lethal and ravenous intentions in his gaze.

Her heart thrummed along in her veins as she sat before the mirror on the wide, backless cushioned seat in a simple white dress. Her heart thundered in her chest as Nidev moved behind her, standing, his hungry gaze focused on her in the mirror. Unaware of how beautiful and magnificent he was. Naked and powerful.

He tore his gaze from her reflection and aimed it at the real her. She suddenly felt like a third person, watching him gaze with a lethal hunger. If she wasn’t the girl in the mirror with him, she’d be obscenely jealous of what he was showing and giving.

He lowered onto the seat until his body framed hers. His powerful thighs along hers, his chest pressed against her back, his arms folded around her like a cage meant to protect and possess.

He moved his gaze back to the mirror, his silver eyes dark with hunger. “Look and see what I see,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot and damp. “Your beauty. Your strength. Your worth. All of it.”

His hands slid over her shoulders, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone before gliding down to the first button at the back of her dress. To see and feel him in the same moment was like experiencing him twice. The combination was brand new and filled her with an arousal she could get addicted to.

He undid the buttons one by one, the fabric loosening until it slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. The white lace of her bra clung to her skin, innocent and delicate, but the way he looked at the real her then her reflection made her feel anything but pure.

His hands roamed over her, smoothing over the soft lace, his fingers pressing gently against her breasts, his touch possessive and worshipful.

“Even like this,” he murmured, his voice a guttural growl, “you’re beautiful. Exquisite.” He guided her hands to her own body, forcing her to feel herself through his touch. Her fingers slid over her skin, her own touch foreign and strange, but with his hands guiding her, it felt like something more. Something sacred. And very arousing.

“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice threading through her. “See yourself the way I do. Not just with my eyes. With my heart. With my soul.”

Her chest tightened as his words wrapped around her, tearing away barriers she had no idea she’d built.

“Do you see?” he asked, his voice a dark caress.

“Yes.” The word came out broken and breathless.

His mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over her skin before his tongue soothed. His fingers trailed, following the lines of her body until they found the straps of her bra. He slid them down, the delicate lace gliding over her skin before he lowered the fabric, baring her completely to the mirror.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she lowered her eyes.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered, his voice low and rough, eyes locked on hers through the mirror. “Not from this. From us.”

His hands slid down her chest, his fingers splaying wide over her breasts. The touch was both reverent and possessive, his heat sinking into her skin and stealing her breath.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded softly, his gaze never leaving hers. “See how beautiful you are. How perfect you are. How much I want you.”

The raw hunger in his stare reflected back at her, his hands kneading, fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. A soft whimper escaped her as her body arched into his hands.

“ See how much you crave me,” he rasped. “How your body responds to me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His mouth lowered to her ear, his breath a hot caress. “Show me how you want to be touched. Where you want to be touched.”

Her fingers curled around his wrists, her touch shaking as she guided his hands to her stomach and pressed his palms against her. Desire broke in her throat as she moved his touch lower, opening her thighs.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his breaths thick on her neck. “Show me where you want me to worship you.”

When she moved his hands over her thighs, he exhaled and slid up her dress, lifting it over her head and removing it. “Show me,” he whispered, placing his hands on her thighs.

She guided his hands, making him open her legs.

“Mmmm,” he murmured with a dark hunger at her ear.

She moved his hand to her panties, her breath shaking. Desperate.

“Here?” he whispered, stroking all his fingers right over her pussy, making her gasp and moan, the sight of it in the mirror bringing a breathtaking heat.

“Yes,” she said, covering his hands, making his fingers press. “Oh yes,” she gasped, moving her hips. She took his finger and guided him to the edge of her panties, pulling them aside.

“Fuck yes,” he shuddered, holding her panties open with one hand and touching with the other.

Her breaths shook as she moved his fingers on her clit.

They both watched in the mirror and she opened her legs wider.

“Fucking beautiful,” he moaned, pressing his mouth on her neck and sucking, drawing her gasp.

“Nidev,” she panted, moving his fingers lower, wanting to see them inside her.

“Here, baby?”

“Oh,” she gasped, holding his hand, feeling the muscles in his hand as he fucked her.

“Whatever my angel wants, she gets tonight.” He pressed soft kisses on her cheek. “You like the way my hand looks in your cunt? It’ll be my cock tonight.”

She pulled his finger out and forced him to use two, his lusty words driving her crazy. “Your cunt is wet and tight for me, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathed, moving his other hand to her breast.

“Fuck, angel,” he whispered, his two fingers pumping slow and deep, his other hand focused on bringing fire to her nipple. His eyes met hers in the mirror, ravenous and almost terrifying. “Your tits are my fucking world , you know that?”

“Nidev,” she gasped, placing her feet on the couch and lifting her hips, so desperate to be fucked.

“Phase two, baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear. “Time to hear how fucking bad you want me.”

****

Lyric’s pulse pounded, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate bursts. Nidev’s fingers moved inside her with an unyielding rhythm, the wet sounds of his touch mixing with her ragged gasps. The mirror reflected everything—the flush of her skin, the way her body arched against him, the pure, merciless hunger in his eyes.

And his voice.

God, his voice was like a force inside her, twisting and tearing, filling her up and leaving her shattered all at once.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his fingers plunging deeper, his other hand still torturing her nipple until her entire body throbbed. “Say the words, Doo-nie. Let me hear you.”

“I—I want you,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I want you so bad, Nidev.”

“Not good enough.” His growl vibrated through her chest, his tongue flicking over the shell of her ear before his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin. “You’re going to give me every filthy little detail, angel. Every raw, desperate truth. Because if you don’t…”

He paused, his fingers stilling inside her, the loss of motion making her entire body scream with frustration.

“…I’ll stop,” he finished, his voice a dark, velvet promise. “And I’ll leave you here to drown in your own need until you can’t breathe without me.”

“No!” The word ripped from her throat, her fingers clenching around his wrists as if to hold him there. “Please, Nidev. Don’t stop.”

“Then talk to me,” he rasped, his fingers resuming their brutal, perfect rhythm. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want…” Her voice wavered, her cheeks flushing with humiliation and arousal. “I want you to fuck me. To make me scream. To make me yours.”

“Better,” he purred, his lips brushing over her jaw before his teeth scraped against her neck. “But I want more. I want you to beg me, Lyric. I want you to tell me how fucking desperate you are to be filled. To be claimed.”

“I’m desperate,” she admitted, her words spilling out in a broken, fevered rush. “I need you, Nidev. I need you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. I need you to make me yours. Please… just… please.”

“Good girl.” His approval was a growl, his fingers pressing deeper, his thumb circling her clit in a way that left her gasping. “You sound so pretty when you beg. So fucking helpless.”

Her reflection in the mirror was a wild, desperate thing, her eyes wide and unfocused, her mouth open in a silent cry. And his gaze never left her face, his obsession with her laid bare for her to see.

“I’m going to make you scream for me,” he whispered, his voice like gravel and smoke. “I’m going to drag every filthy, desperate sound from your throat until your voice is nothing but mine.”

“Yes,” she whimpered, her body shuddering under his relentless touch. “Take me, Nidev. Ruin me. Please.”

“Oh, I will.” His fingers twisted inside her, the motion so perfectly wicked she nearly shattered right there. “But first, I need to hear how much you want it. How much you want me .”

“I want you!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I want you so bad it hurts. Please, Nidev. Please, fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours.”

The savage pleasure in his gaze made her entire body quake. “That’s it,” he groaned, his mouth dragging over her throat. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Your voice, begging for me. Nothing sounds sweeter.”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing against her clit with devastating precision. Her head fell back against his chest, her eyes rolling shut as the pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, impossible to contain.

“Nidev… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled. “And you will. But not until I say so.”

She sobbed, her hands gripping his wrists, her body writhing against him. The feeling of being completely under his control, of him owning her pleasure so utterly, made her mind blank and her heart race.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, Nidev. I’ll do anything.”

His laugh was dark and triumphant. “You already are.”

His mouth found her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her skin hard enough to make her entire body jerk. And that was all it took.

Her release crashed over her like a tidal wave, her scream echoing through the room, her body seizing against his unrelenting hands. And still, he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, coaxing every last tremor from her body until she was a shaking, broken mess in his arms.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “You sound so perfect when you fall apart for me.”

He finally removed his fingers from her, his hands sliding up her body until they settled on her breasts, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

****

Lyric’s breath still came in shallow, desperate gasps, her entire body trembling from everything he’d done to her. But the way Nidev held her now, his chest pressed against her back, his hands splayed over her thighs, told her he wasn’t anywhere near finished.

“Time for your next lesson. Touch.” His voice was a low, sinful rumble against her ear. “You want to know what it’s called?”

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding, her body throbbing with a desperate need for whatever he would give her.

He gave a low, guttural groan, his mouth grazing her ear. “It’s called… Touch Your King.”

Her pulse tripped over itself, her gaze snapping to the mirror. The darkness in his eyes, the sheer, merciless hunger blazing from his expression made her entire body clench.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough and frayed. “Face me.”

Lyric twisted in his lap, her legs straddling his thighs, her hands braced on his chest to steady herself. The sheer heat of him beneath her palms made her breath catch, her gaze drifting down over the golden skin and hard muscle of his chest.

“Look at me,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips with bruising intensity. “And touch me the way I touched you. No hesitation. No mercy.”

Her hands trembled against his skin, the weight of his demand making her entire body throb with heat. But the way his eyes burned into hers, the way his chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow breaths—it gave her courage.

She flattened her palms against his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the way his muscles flexed and rippled beneath her touch. His gaze flickered, a low groan rumbling from his throat as she grew bolder.

“Yes,” he rasped, his fingers digging into her hips. “Just like that. Don’t hold back, Doo-nie. Show me what you can do.”

Her breath hitched, her pulse skittering through her veins. Her hands slid lower, her fingers gliding over the hard planes of his stomach, the ridges of muscle twitching under her touch. His body was heat and power, every inch of him strung tight with tension.

And it was all because of her.

Her courage flared, her hands trailing even lower until her fingers brushed against the hardness of him, hot and thick and straining for her. His entire body jerked beneath her, a savage groan tearing from his throat.

“Fuck, Lyric,” he choked, his head falling back, his eyes slamming shut before forcing them open again to meet hers. “Look at me while you do it. I want you to see what you do to me.”

Her breath shook as she curled her fingers around him, her touch tentative at first, but growing bolder with every shudder of his body. She moved her hand over him, her strokes slow and firm, her eyes locked on his as his expression twisted with raw, merciless hunger.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips thrusting into her hand, his control splintering. “Touch your king. Worship me the way I worship you.”

Her entire body clenched at his words, her arousal spiking. She tightened her grip, her hand moving faster, her strokes more demanding. His chest heaved, his muscles straining, his teeth clenched as if he was fighting not to lose himself completely.

“Do you feel it?” she whispered, her voice trembling but full of satisfaction. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes,” he snarled, his fingers biting into her hips, holding her steady even as his body trembled beneath her touch. “I feel all of it. And it’s driving me crazy.”

“Good,” she breathed, her own confidence building. “I want you to lose control.”

A short laugh escaped him like a feral warning. “You’re playing a dangerous game, angel.”

Yes. Yes she was and she loved it. “Show me how dangerous,” she challenged, her hand moving with brutal precision, her eyes never leaving his.

He seized her wrists, yanking her hands away from him before crashing his mouth down on hers. His kiss was a storm, his tongue claiming her with an urgency that left her head spinning. “Time for your next lesson, my queen. Taste. ”

****

The world narrowed to the mirror, to the raw, savage hunger blazing in Nidev’s eyes. His chest rose and fell in jagged, shallow breaths, his body strung tight and trembling with restraint.

But Lyric felt it in the way his fingers dug into her thighs, his possessive grip unyielding. He was barely holding on. And she loved that she’d been the one to bring him to the edge.

“You played with fire, Doo-nie,” he warned, his voice a dark rasp.

Her breath stilled even while her body still trembled from touching him. Now he was looking at her like a predator ready to devour her whole and it made her heart pound, hoping he did.

“Do you want to be burned?” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” she forced from her tight throat, her fingers clinging to his shoulders. “God, yes.”

His groan was pure, brutal satisfaction as he gripped her waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He sat her next to him and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and turned her face to the mirror. He then opened his legs while his gaze burned on her in the reflection, his hand holding his cock tall.

“You wanted to touch your king,” he murmured, his chest rising and falling. “Now, you’re going to taste him.”

Her pulse scattered as she stared at him, the pure dominance in his voice, the unyielding demand making every part of her throb.

“You’ll watch yourself,” he ordered, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’ll watch yourself take every bit of me. Then drink me like you can’t live without it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice broken, trembling. “I’ll do anything you want.”

His groan was ragged, his chest heaving. “Show me.”

Her hands slid up his thighs, wrapping around the hard, burning heat of him. The way he groaned at her touch, his head falling back for a moment before locking his gaze on hers, sent a rush of power through her veins.

“Your mouth,” he growled between heaves. “Your tongue. Your teeth.”

Lyric’s breaths came fast and shallow. Her lips parted, her tongue slid over him, tasting the salt and heat. A rush of hunger opened her up and she took him deeper.

The savage sound that tore from his throat was pure rapture to her ears. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, forcing her to take more of him.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded, his voice frayed. “Look at how beautiful you are, taking your king like this. Claiming me.”

Her eyes flickered to the mirror. Her pulse sang at seeing her cheeks flushed, lips stretched around him. And him… The desperation, the hunger, the way he was unraveling right in front of her—she was throbbing with it.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head tipping back as his hips bucked against her mouth. “You feel so good, so perfect.”

She took him deeper, her hands clutching his thighs, gaze locked on his in the mirror. He watched her back with wild eyes, his chest heaving, his entire body strung tight like he was seconds away from breaking.

“More,” he ordered, his voice a vicious growl. “Take me deeper. Drink me down.”

Her throat flexed around him, straining to obey his command. Praise fell from his lips, his fingers clenching in her hair—it made her need to give him everything.

“God, yes,” he breathed, thick and hot, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’re so fucking perfect. My perfect, filthy angel.”

His words burned through her, overwhelming everything. Her own pleasure throbbed through in her core, clenching with every rough, desperate sound he made.

“I’m close,” he warned, his voice breaking. “And you’re not going to stop. You’re going to take every fucking drop.”

She answered with a nod, her throat contracting with little moans that brought savage sounds from him. His hips thrust into her mouth, his fingers tightening as his entire body trembled. His release hit him so hard that his groan merged into a roar as he poured himself into her.

She took him, swallowed him, her own body shuddering from the intensity of it, the pain in her throat, the fire in her scalp. She was lit up, every nerve ending on fire with his pleasure. When his eyes met hers again in the mirror, her heart skipped a beat at seeing the raw, brutal satisfaction.

“Angel,” he rasped, his voice shattered with awe, while the fire in his eyes said there was still so much more to come.

****

Nidev’s gaze was ravenous, molten silver burning with a hunger so intense it made her pulse falter. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that bordered on pain. But it was the look in his eyes that left her trembling.

The next moment, he put her on her back, her body sinking into the cushioned couch, his weight pressing down on her, pinning her in place, swallowing her whole.

“My turn,” he growled, dragging her thighs apart with ruthless determination.

Her back arched when his hot mouth sealed on her throat. He sucked hard, his groan its own force in her blood and bones, pulling, milking, marking.

The pain and pleasure tangled as her entire body quivered beneath him. “Nidev…”

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice dark and twisted. “Let me hear it. My name trembling on your tongue.”

Her fingers clawed, nails leaving trails over his skin, fueling his lust. His mouth moved, tongue tracing the line of her collarbone before dipping between her breasts.

“Your taste,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “I need every part of you. Every drop.”

His mouth devoured one hardened peak, his tongue circling before his teeth bit down just enough to make her cry out. He soothed the sting with slow, languid strokes, his growl of approval vibrating through her chest.

He moved again, traveling lower, his tongue dragging over her stomach, his hands holding her hips down when she tried to arch into him.

“Be still,” he commanded, his voice frayed and rough. “No moving for my queen.”

Her breath hitched at the promise of force. She wanted that more than anything, she wanted him to make her suffer. Wield his power over her like a weapon, obliterate her.

He hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them down her thighs and tossing them aside with a casual ruthlessness. His gaze was relentless all over her, making her entire body shiver.

He met her stare, his expression feral. “I want to hear you,” he growled. “Every gasp. Every moan. Every scream. And you will scream,” he swore as his mouth descended.

His tongue was hot and firm as it slid right over the center of her, shattering her. The heat of his mouth seared as he gripped her thighs and forced them wider, holding her in place while his tongue continued its brutal assault.

“Oh God,” she choked, her fingers raking his scalp. “Nidev… please.”

Her voice broke with the desperate plea, and he answered with a dark, satisfied growl. The vibration was like a shockwave through her body, making her tremble.

“You taste like heaven,” he rasped against her, his breath hot and thick. “And I’m not going to stop until I’ve devoured every last bit of you.”

His mouth closed over her again, his tongue lapping, swirling, teeth scraping just enough to keep her strung between pleasure and pain. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Could only feel him consuming her, his hunger a living thing that left her trembling and fighting for more.

Her thighs clenched around his head but he was merciless, his hands digging into her hips, holding her still while he dragged her to the edge of oblivion and kept her there.

“Nidev…” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please—”

He growled, his mouth never leaving her, his tongue moving faster, his teeth grazing, his breaths vibrating against her core until she thought she might shatter from the intensity. She writhed against his unyielding hold, her cries filling up the small cabin, hoarse and desperate.

“Say my name,” he ordered, his voice pure command.

“Nidev!” The cry tore from her throat as she bowed against the pleasure that exploded through her. A tidal wave, crashing, dragging her under until there was only sensation and sound. Even then, he didn’t stop. His mouth continued to work her, his tongue relentless, coaxing more until she was a chorus of wrecked emotions and shattered breaths.

Finally, his hands very slowly released her hips, his mouth giving her one last, possessive kiss. He rose over her, his silver eyes blazing, breathing ragged.

“Who do you belong to?” he murmured, his voice dark and satisfied, wet lips gliding over hers.

“I belong to you,” she gasped, fighting to catch her breath as tears flooded her eyes. “Always and forever.”

****

Lyric could hardly believe the way Nidev was looking at her now—like a beast about to tear her apart. Like he’d been teased and would now make her pay.

“On your knees,” he growled, his voice nothing but raw command. “Hands flat on the couch. Face the mirror. I want you to see what I’m going to do to you.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she eagerly obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees, her body aching to be fucked to pieces by him.

She looked in the mirror at her wild, desperate expression. Her flushed skin, the way her breasts hung as she braced herself for whatever perfect thing he intended to do.

She watched him lean and grab something. The sound of a cork popped and he poured a thick, amber oil over his hands, filling the air with an earthy, masculine smell that brought a tingle throughout her body. It smelled unique and dangerous and sinful. Just like him.

“This,” he rasped, rubbing his hands together until the oil glistened over his skin, “is us. Blended to bind us deeper.”

Her pulse thundered as he pushed her knees apart and poured the oil over her ass then spreading it. The slickness glided over her curves, his fingers rubbing it into her flesh with slow, deliberate circles.

“You see how beautiful you are?” he growled, his hands sliding down her thighs, gripping and kneading until she whimpered. “I could eat you alive right now.”

“Do it,” she dared, desperate for exactly that. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“I will,” he promised, reaching again for something beside him. Her breath froze at the sleek, double-ended toy that gleamed in the firelight. He rubbed his hands all over the black body of it, coating it in oil as she eyed the design. Almost a U shape, with one end having a round and curved tip, the other larger and much thicker.

“Remember what I said about touching every part of your king?” he asked, his voice low and heavy.

Her mouth went dry, her entire body clenching at what he meant. “Tell me what to do.”

He moved closer, his cock hot and hard against her thigh. “First, you’re going to make me ready. And then, you’re going to fuck me while you take my cock nice and deep and hard. Till you’re screaming.”

The savage threat made her hands tremble as he took her hand and wrapped it around the toy, her breath shaky as he coated it with more of the oil. His chest heaved as he watched her in the mirror, the ravenous hunger in his face making her entire body clench.

“Put it in me,” he ordered, his voice frayed. “I want to feel you fucking me while I destroy you.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached back, guiding the curved end of the toy against his ass. His groan was immediate, his entire body tensing as she pressed it inside him, feeling the way his muscles clenched and shuddered.

“Fuck, yes,” he seethed, covering her hand with his. “More,” he ordered, helping her push it deeper.

Arousal spiked at the way his body trembled beneath her touch. “You like that?” she dared, the whisper thick with a bold desire.

She looked at his face, moving it deeper. “I fucking love it,” he growled, taking hold of the other end and moving the large tip into her pussy.

She gasped at feeling his hot crown on her butt, the memory of before sending sparks of heat. “Take me in,” he ordered, his tone unyielding. She gasped when he delivered a spank on her ass, his cock entering her. He let out a ravenous growl as he slid all the way in, causing the toy to go deeper into both of them.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice raw. “You feel how deep I am in you? How deep you are in me?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her head falling forward. “Yes, Nidev. Don’t stop.”

He moved his hips slowly, in and out, finishing with a thrust that promised much more. “Are you ready to be torn apart? Look at me in the mirror.”

She looked, watching him twist the toy and press it deeper inside himself. When he shoved his cock into her, the toy thrust into him. Seeing his body jerk with pleasure, every muscle strung tight as he held her hips was pure, filthy, hot pleasure and she could hardly breathe with it. Then he began fucking her ass faster, making the toy fuck them both the same.

“Oh, God,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “God yes, yes, yes.”

“Watch us,” he growled, staring in the mirror, his hips pumping faster. She did, she watched his cock flying in and out of her ass and the toy fucking him at the same ruthless pace. She watched his face twist with the ecstasy, his muscles flex with the brutal pleasure. The sight of their bodies moving together, the sheer, filthy perfection, made her mind spin.

When her release finally hit, her scream shattered the air, her body locking around him. His own followed, his body jerking against her, a relentless thrashing with growls tearing from him in roars.

Their bodies shuddered with the aftershocks. Nidev eased out of her, then carefully removed the toy, his breath catching as it left his body. She collapsed onto the couch, muscles wrecked. His body covered hers, chest pressing against her back, his breathing harsh, his arms locking around her like something might take her from him.

She felt his lips drag over her shoulder, his mouth trailing kisses along her sweat-dampened skin. The gentleness was a startling contrast from what they’d just done. But that was her King. He was her beast and guardian. Her destroyer and protector.

His voice was a gravelly, trembling rasp. “You feel it, Doo-nie? The way we’re inside each other?”

Her breath shuddered, her fingers curling over his forearm as if she needed to ground herself in his touch. “Yes,” she whispered. “I feel it. I never want to stop feeling it.”

A low, satisfied groan rumbled against her back. “Then you’ll love what comes next.”

****

Nidev slid his hands down her body then under her thighs, pulling her onto him. He stood with her and she latched her arms around his neck with a startled gasp.

“Are you ready for the final binding?”

Oh God. Was he finally making love to her? “Yes. So ready.”

He carried her to the bed and laid her down. The cool blankets were a shocking contrast to the heat of his skin, but the way he climbed over her, imprisoning her with his body, made everything else disappear.

His gaze locked onto hers, the silver blazing with something deeper than hunger. Something that stole her breath and made her tremble and crave.

His hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. “I need you to see me. To see everything.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice broken and trembling. “I see you, Nidev.”

“Good.” His voice softened, but the intensity in his eyes grew fiercer. “This part isn’t just about pleasure. It’s about tying our souls together so tightly that nothing can ever tear us apart.”

Her chest tightened, tears burning her eyes as his words crushed her. “I want that,” she choked. “I want you. Forever.”

His groan was low and desperate, his mouth so gentle on hers it left her reeling. His hands slid over her body, slow and reverent, mapping the way to this binding.

“I love you, Doo-nie,” he whispered against her lips, his voice and words wrecking her. “I love you more than anything. More than my own life.”

Her tears slipped free, her fingers clasping his face. “I love you, too. I love you so much it hurts.”

His hands moved down her body, his touch almost reverent as he spread her thighs more, nestling himself firmly between them. His eyes never left hers, his gaze raw. “What we’re binding isn’t just our bodies. Or our minds. But our souls.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips arching to meet him. “Make me yours.”

His cock pressed against her entrance, the heat of him so fierce it made her entire body tremble. But his eyes… his eyes were pure devotion.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his breaths shaking. “I need you to feel it.”

He thrust into her with a single perfect stroke, sealing his body tightly to hers. Her cry mingled with his groan, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was slow and devastating.

His gentleness was almost unbearable, his hands tracing over her body, his mouth whispering words of love and worship against her skin.

“Look at me,” he urged, his voice a guttural rasp. “Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see me. I want you to know that I’m yours.”

Her gaze locked onto his, tears slipping down her temples. “I see you,” she sobbed. “I see everything.”

His breath trembled against her throat. “You’re everything. My light. My hope. My heart.” His hips rocked against hers, his thrusts deep and perfect, dragging her higher until she trembled on the edge. “I’m yours, Doo-nie,” he swore, his eyes blazing into hers. “In every way. Forever.”

“Forever,” she echoed, her voice breaking. “I’m yours, Nidev. Always.”

His groan broke with pure satisfaction, his pace quickening, hands gripping her shoulders as he drove into her. His drive turned frantic and desperate, all while his gaze stayed locked on hers, his love burning through every thrust, every burning breath.

“Come for me, angel,” he rasped, his pelvis a constant grind into her clit. “I need to see you fall apart. I need to feel you break for me.”

Oh God, yes. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, digging her fingers into the flex of hard muscle as her orgasm raced up to meet his command, his need. Her climax crashed into her, ripping a cry from her throat and locking her body around him.

Nidev’s own release followed a heartbeat later, his strangled groans tearing from his chest as he came inside her.

His mouth rested on hers, his jagged breaths filling her as the shudder in his body rippled clear through her. He rolled on his side, pulling her with him, wrapping around her with a deep groan. Long after the pleasure faded, he held her. His mouth pressed to her temple, his voice a low, fractured whisper. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Lyric’s arms tightened around him, her tears coming hot and hard. “Me too.”