IVA
The phone slipped from Nik’s hands, and I almost ran to him. We collided, my lips crashing against his, and my hands immediately fumbled for his buttons.
He tugged his pants down with equal haste as he kicked off his shoes. Turning me around, my hands grabbed the wall as he entered me from behind. “f**k!” he growled, his hands sliding to my waist and holding me in place while I choked out, “Harder!” meeting his thrusts halfway.
I wanted him to put out the fire, to free me, to claim my soul. I wanted him to make me forget, and be obeyed, thrusting harder, the sounds of skin against skin echoing across the space. Pulling me up, his hands found my breasts, fondling them, and desperate cries flowed from my lips.
“Oh!” He fisted my hair, causing me to come upright, and his hand came u
