“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, worshipping me with his eyes, his hands, his tongue. “I could look at you forever.”
His mouth moves to my other breast, and he takes his time giving it just as much attention. It feels so good, but now my warm desire has changed into a blistering arousal. I writhe beneath him as his efforts with my nipples drive me crazy.
“Nero,” I whimper. “Please…”
“Always,” he vows. “Your man will always give you what you need.”
I part my legs wider and brace myself for his rough intrusion, but instead, Nero keeps kissing me softly, slowly moving down my body, lavishing attention to every inch of me until I’m squirming.
Nero pauses at the end of the daybed, eyes dark as he strokes over me, teasing my clit. He dips a finger in my wetness and brings it to his lips to lick clean. “I already know your cunt is delicious,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve been going crazy for another taste.”
I freeze, my heart pounding. Is he going to…?
“Yeah, I am,” he replies, reading the question in my eyes. “Your man’s going to lick that sweet pussy until you’re screaming. Because fuck, baby, I’ve got to feel you drip that sugar all over my tongue.”
I’m still reeling from the sexy promise when Nero settles between my thighs and licks up against me in a hot, mind-blowing swoop.
Oh my god!
“Nero!” I cry out, already lost to the rush of it. His tongue is lapping, probing, swirling over my sensitive bud just right as oh, he sinks one thick finger and then another inside me and starts to thrust.
It’s a devastating combination, stimulating me inside and out, and soon—fuck, too soon—I’m wound tight, the summit in sight. “Don’t stop,” I chant, reaching down to rake my fingers in his hair, bucking mindlessly at his mouth. “God, please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m just getting started.”
Nero shoves me back, pinning me with his free hand as the other works its wicked magic, flexing his fingers high inside me; his tongue lapping hard at my clit. I sob in pleasure, writhing, out of my mind. He’s devouring me, there’s no other way to describe it, facedown in my pussy like a starving man making a mess of his last meal. Every lick and rub sends me higher, careening to the edge, and when he closes his lips around the bud of my clit and suckles—
I come apart with a scream.
Fuck. Fuck. My orgasm washes over me in waves, as Nero holds me down, one hand on my stomach, grounding me in place as my body shakes and trembles beneath his wicked tongue.
“Mine.”
I lift my head, dazzled, to find him watching me there in the dawn light.
“Say it,” he demands, the words a low growl on his lips.
My heart stutters.
“Yours,” I whisper. And I know in my bones, it’s true. I belong to him.
But can I trust him?