“But—”
“Tell me to stop,” he said, sounding like it had exhausted him to pause kissing her long enough to give her an out. She should have heeded his reminder, but for over a month, she’d been denying the desire that flared between them. When she’d wavered, his friends had unwittingly interrupted them, but Kaya and Aditi’s comments had burrowed their way into her psyche, embedding little nuggets that seemed to have increased the magnetic pull between Vihaan and her.
Somehow, it seemed like the only way to relieve them both of this wretched mix of want and confusion was to give in to the demands of their bodies as many times as required until their world righted itself.
“Vera,” he moaned softly when her fingers found their way into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp. Vihaan ran his nose along her collarbone, dragging it up and along the side of her neck in a move so sensual, it had her wanting to purr and rub against him.
Just one more minute and I’ll stop. Just a few more moments.
“You smell like you’re mine,” he murmured, his mouth pressing against the pounding pulse at her throat, causing her to clutch his bicep. “Sandalwood, even after all this time.”
Nibbling his way up her jaw, he flicked his tongue back and forth against her dewy skin. His grip on her hair tightened, tilting her head back just as he suckled her, his teeth trapping her tendon when he bit down lightly. A husky sound escaped her unwittingly, and she felt him hum against her in satisfaction, his tongue soothing away the sting with tiny, wet flicks.
“When you moan,” he said, dragging one large palm down her back and along her hip before slipping under her skirt, “you sound like you’re mine.”
Molten heat pooled at her core, her body vibrating like a tuning fork attuned to a frequency only Vihaan seemed to recognise. Their faces were barely inches apart, their ragged breaths heating the air between them. Vera bit down on her lower lip, trying to stop herself from whimpering when sure fingers trailed up her thigh, pushing her legs apart so that he could reach what he sought. He pressed his thumb against her core, massaging it in tight circles that made her dampen with need.
“This,” he murmured against the side of her lips. “So soft and wet and needy. Feels like mine.”
She felt bewitched by him, unable to speak, unable to think. His gaze held hers, watching for any signs of refusal while his finger trailed the edge of her panty, tugging it out of the way. Vera’s mouth fell open in a shuddering gasp when he dragged his knuckles along her slit, sliding one thick finger into her ready warmth, thrusting in and out in a languid caress that had her going slick against his hand.
She watched as he drew his arm out from under her skirt, bringing his glistening fingers up and sucking it into his mouth, savouring it so audaciously that she blushed. The feral pleasure in his eyes when he tasted her had her feeling faint, the ache within her demanding his brand of medicine.
“You taste like mine. Spicy and addicting,” he rasped, as much at the mercy of this moment as she was.
His hands squeezed and stroked her supple body, nimble fingers pushing her blouse up to reveal her cotton-clad breasts. Vera floundered for purchase, reaching beside her to clutch the edge of his desk when Vihaan’s head lowered. He impatiently pulled her bra cup down, his hot mouth latching onto her nipple without delay. She squirmed, every tug of his lips against her aroused peak sending a bolt of desire rushing down her spine. His tongue flicked over her puckered bud, pulling, licking and biting till she was breathing hard, her mind lost to the pleasures he seemed intent on delivering to her. The barely-there brush against her throbbing clit caused her to jerkand she waited eagerly for Vihaan to touch her again. Still, he did no more than pet her in a manner so gentle, she was certain he was doing it to punish her.
“Vihaan, please!”
“Please what?” he asked, deliberately scraping his nail along the outside of her pussy, getting close but not touching her where she wanted him to. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, make me come, I. . . I need to come.”
To her surprise, his touch receded, and he sat back in his chair.
“W—what are you doing?” she asked, shocked. “I just gave you consent.”
“I know.” His gaze was searing, making her wonder if she looked as needy as she felt. “But if you’re going to come, it’ll be on my cock or nothing at all.”
“Fucking tease,” she cursed breathlessly, her body thrumming, aching for release. She could see his erection straining against the front of his slacks, clearly not unaffected. The memory of him pounding into her only made it that much harder for her to tell him to go fuck himself. The sad truth was she’d rather he fucked her.
“You can always choose your vibrator,” Vihaan suggested, daring her to walk away from him. “But if you want an orgasm from me, you’re going to have to ask for my cock. Make your choice, Vera.”
“Fine,” she bit out, glowering at him for reducing her to begging.
“Say the words. I won’t have you denying later that you asked for it.”
“M—make me come.”
“How?”
She released a shuddering breath, knowing her next words would mark a point of no return.
“Make me come on your cock.”
The dark victory that flashed across his features had her feeling like she’d waded into dangerous waters without a lifejacket.
“Stand up,” he ordered, helping her to her feet. “Turn around and bend over.”