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I flung my arm out, searching the bed for his wallet. My fingertips grazed the leather, and I wiggled to get closer. I snatched it up, fumbling with the black rectangle as I flipped it open and fished out the square package.
Nero’s thumb brushed my clit, and my body arched against the mattress.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asked with a wicked grin on his adorable face.
“No,” I muttered, ripping the packet open with my teeth.
I reached between us, rolling the condom over his length and positioning him right beside his finger. He pulled out and shoved in with his cock.
My cry mixed with his groan, our mouths finding each other like two attracting magnets that refused to be apart. Couldn’t even if they tried.
Pleasure erupted in my core, spreading through my entire body and consuming me as he rocked into me with long, hard strokes.
Earlier, it was tender and loving. Now it was animalistic and sultry. Both very different, but equally thrilling. His hands gripped my hips, and he flipped us, putting me on top.
My eyes widened in shock. “I’ll crush you.”
“Fuck me,” he demanded.
“I thought I was more than a fuck, Mister?” His fingers tickled my sides, and I let out a squeak. My hips rocked, and his hands dug into my flesh, moving me back and forth, setting a pace I could keep.
Nero’s gaze landed on mine, making me feel beautiful in a way I’d never felt before. Any insecurities I had were lost to the desire filling his dark blue irises.
“That’s right, baby. Just like that.” His breath grew heavier, his eyes squeezed shut as his face contorted in obvious pleasure.
My teeth slid over my lip, a new sense of empowerment flooding through me. I rolled my hips, taking him deeper. His jaw clenched, and I leaned back, putting myself on display.
“Fuck,” Nero muttered.
I slid my hand up my stomach, cradling my breasts and pushing them together. My thumbs pinched my nipples, making the pebbled beads even tighter.
“Okay!” Nero exclaimed as he shot up, his hand snaking around my neck and bringing our lips together. He kissed me like a desperate man, his lips and tongue frantic. I continued to rock against him, taking him in and out. His head dipped, sucking my nipple into his mouth. Wet, heated slashes of his tongue sent a new wave of desire spiraling through me.
He moved us to the edge of the bed, our bodies moving as one, racing toward our release. His forehead rested on mine, our breaths mixing until I wasn’t sure whose was whose. Friction built, we created our own inferno, sweat coated our skin, and I should have felt gross, but all I felt was beautiful.
Nero gripped the back of my head, holding me close. I felt the slightest of tremors run through him, and our pace picked up. My eyes closed, reveling in the sensations sparking alive in my body.
“Look at me.” His words were more of a plea than a demand. I obeyed, staring directly into the dark storm, wanting to be swallowed whole and taken under with him. Only him.
His grip tightened, jaw clenched, nose crinkled as his eyes looked as if they were fighting to shut, but he held strong. He held my gaze as the room spun away, our surroundings becoming insignificant to this moment. Sparks ignited beneath my skin, spreading out like lightning and striking with explosive precision.
My walls tightened. Nero’s gaze darkened, and the world imploded. Nero stood, lifting me with him, not even giving me time to question his strength. My arms locked around his neck, my legs attempted to wrap around him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Don’t drop me.”
“Never.” He surged into me, bouncing me up and down before barking out a guttural cry.
He held me, breathing deeply into my neck. “Fucking perfect,” he said before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He didn’t let me go. Only held me tighter.
At some point, he shifted, removing the condom and tucking us into bed. He spooned me, making me feel comforted and loved. I sighed, savoring this moment.
Sunlight trickled in through a gap in the curtains, and I moaned in satisfaction as I rolled over to Nero. Confusion rolled through me as I touched the spot he was in only hours before to find it not only empty, but cold. I opened my eyes and sat up at the empty bed beside me.
A piece of paper sat folded and propped up on the end table. He probably went downstairs to use the gym or find us breakfast. But then again, he could have just called room service.
I unfolded the paper, taking in his sloppy handwriting. My heart stuttered, and I slammed a hand against my mouth as a cry tried to escape.
