The touch of his hand as he caressed my waist before guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed sent a volley of tingles through my hypersensitive nerves. He bent, taking my calf in his palm before setting my stiletto on his thigh. He removed one of my heels then the other with deft fingers. His shoes, socks, and pants followed until he stood in black boxer briefs that hugged every inch of his impressive body.
I should’ve been nervous, especially because of his size. I wasn’t. Everything had come about because of the series of choices I’d made. That alone was a heady situation. Being in control of my destiny rather than my father pulling the strings on my tethered will was new to me.
My breath hitched as he slid his arm under my thighs then around my lower back and lifted me against him. Rounding the bed, he placed me in the center, following to lie on his side next to me. He urged me closer, threading his fingers through my hair as his hand cupped the back of my neck, angling my head for his kiss. I melted against him, winding my arms around his neck as his lips brushed mine in a slow back and forth. I moaned from the sensation of skin on skin.
Beneath my fingers, the muscles in his back shifted and bulged, and I reveled in his leashed strength, feeling safe and cherished. He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing then insistent. With excruciating slowness, his hand moved up the inner side of my thigh, brushing against the edge of my panties, and I quivered with need. Heat pooled, and I squirmed against him.
His mouth left my lips to trail kisses along my neck, and I felt the hard press of his erection as I arched into him. His teeth grazed where my neck met my shoulder, sending a dizzying wave of overwhelming sensations through me. I grazed my hands over his rippling muscles to toy with the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging until he brushed my fumbling hands aside. Instead, he worked my panties free, guiding them down my legs until I was naked before him.
His hungry gaze devoured my body, and I shivered with desire, exploring the contours of his shoulders as he bent to take my nipple in his mouth. I gasped as he rolled the stiff bud between his lips then gently scraped it with his teeth before his hand cupped the weight of my breast, kneading the sensitive mound. His muscles rolled and bunched as he shifted, hovering over me, then he guided me onto my back, releasing my nipple to trail kisses between the valley of my breasts and across my stomach. Heat rushed through my body, and I clenched my thighs together. I wouldn’t survive him. I was sure of that.
Then he raised his head. Desire burned in his eyes as they locked on mine. “Trust me, Mia.”
He applied gentle pressure to my legs, and I willingly spread them. I glanced down my body and found him looking up at me, a wicked grin on his face. He ran his tongue through my slit, his teeth stopping to nip at my nub, and I threw my head back, letting out a sound I hadn’t known I was capable of making. Heat pooled in the wake of his touch, and I knew one thing—I was hooked. I wanted more of this and more of him. And it was just the beginning.
I writhed against him. When he pushed his tongue inside me, his fingers pressing against my hypersensitive bundle of nerves, I cried out, clamping around him, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations.
The more he feasted, the wetter I became, panting from the waves of desire building to an almost impossible height. I whimpered at the unfamiliar sensation when his tongue vied with his fingers. His caresses changed to urgent, in sync with my escalating need. Then he was moving one, then two fingers deep inside me, hitting something that caused an explosion of stars behind my eyes. I bucked against him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, as I rode out the orgasm.
When my body went limp, he raised his head, his eyes smoldering and flashing me a wicked grin. His lips were slick and full from tasting me, and I almost went over the edge again. He was so incredibly gorgeous.
He got up to grab a condom from the bedside table’s drawer, giving me time to drool over every inch of his sculpted body visually. I didn’t linger long on the size of his cock, worried about what would happen when he pushed it inside me.
With the condom on, he settled some of his weight over me. I felt the press of him at my opening, and I sucked in a breath, tensing, but he didn’t move, only teased my entrance as he dipped his head to take my lips with his, still coated with my taste.
He deepened the kiss, and I relaxed, running my hands over every inch of him, desperate for more. Then he was pushing into me. Intense pulses shot through my body, and I gripped him as he eased in. I felt stretched to the max. Everything was too tight, and I tensed in anticipation of the pain I knew would come.
Panic crawled through me, and my breath came in short pants. But he didn’t push any farther, and slowly, my body adjusted to him. I sighed as his tongue teased mine, and desire built back up until my legs wrapped around his waist. The change in position increased the pressure.
Then with one swift thrust, he breached the membrane. Pain shot through me, and I cried out, my muscles locked.
He held himself still, not moving an inch. “Are you okay?”
I nodded but kept my eyes squeezed shut. When a tear leaked out from the corner, he kissed it away, whispering words of encouragement until I relaxed once more. But he didn’t move, and my panic ebbed from his restraint. A sense of joy filled me at the way he took care of me and the knowledge that what we’d just done had been in my control and not something taken from me, which would have happened if I’d never left.
“Mia,” his husky voice rasped near my ear, “stay with me.”
As the discomfort faded, I realized I had nothing more to worry about. I slowly shifted my hips and moaned. Ripples of pleasure released from my core, making my breath catch in my throat. Nico hummed a low rumble, maintaining his statuesque stillness. My desire for him climbed, and I wanted him to move. My hands rubbed his shoulders, the muscles strong and firm under my touch. I pressed my lips to the same spot where he’d nipped at my skin, and he growled. I grinned, excited to see what I’d just unleashed.
The muscles in his back flexed beneath my fingertips as he moved inside of me, his gaze boring into mine, monitoring my responses. I sighed as desire loosened my tense muscles. He took my lips in a kiss, controlling my body with every touch, every caress, doing things to me I’d only ever fantasized about but never thought I would have.
My body came to life when he thrust deep, and I whimpered as my need for him grew to unchartered heights. Desperate for more, I arched my back beneath him to meet his every move. My body sizzled and hummed from his touch. I writhed beneath him from the buildup of desire as my core shot sensation after sensation through me with each powerful thrust.
Then he slid a hand between us, pressing against my clit, and I cried out. My body convulsed around him, squeezing him tight. He whispered my name as he pushed deep inside me, chasing my orgasm then following with his own.
Shaken, I took his weight as he covered me, and I knew with every fiber of my being that I would never be the same again. Limp and relaxed, I trailed my fingers through his hair.
“How do you feel?”
I grinned as I met his gaze that warred with desire and concern. “Delightfully sore.”
He chuckled then pulled out, and I felt the loss of him. After he disposed of the condom, he lay on his back, drawing me close so my head rested on his chest, his arm anchoring me to him.
I floated in a delicious haze of sensations, relaxing against the heat of his body, content in the knowledge of what we’d shared. Whatever came at us next—and I was well aware that would be sooner rather than later—I was no longer alone. We would tackle each adversary as husband and wife.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NICO