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His head falls between my breasts, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth. I feel faint, my emotions going into overdrive at the pleasure that he’s able to ignite. He sucks and bites and toys with each one of my breasts until I’m a writhing mess.
“You taste...” he murmurs around one nipple, “like an aphrodisiac. And it’s only your breasts. I can’t even begin to imagine how your pussy tastes.”
His words are filthy. Absolutely completely filthy, and I love that. I like how he’s not treating me like an inexperienced virgin. Granted, I am one, but I’m not completely innocent.
Nico’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving a trail of burning kisses that make me weak in the knees. Somehow, we find ourselves on the bed, our clothes leaving a haphazard trail behind us. His body covers mine, and I can feel the heat of him, the sheer want radiating from the look in his eyes. He’s still wearing his pants, but I’m completely naked, laid bare before him.
It’s both terrifying and wonderful. Nico looks down at me with a mixture of tenderness and desire. My heart blooms because I know I’m the only person he looks at like that.
“You know this is all your fault, right?” he asks, his voice husky.
I smile. “How?”
“Wel,l you made me fall for you,” he whispers, hands sliding down my legs, over my hips, and then between my thighs. “You made me want you. And now that I have you in my hands, mi vida, I’m not sure I can let you go.”
His finger thrusts into me on that last word. I gasp, arching into him as a shockwave of pleasure goes through me. He rubs his thumb against my wetness before reaching up for my clit. He moves his fingers inside me with a skill and precision that makes my mind go blank. Each stroke, each caress, sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building up unbearable heat. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, as he drives me toward the edge.
He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want this, Aurora.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I…want this. I want you.”
The words are all he needs to hear before he resumes finger fucking me with renewed intensity. His thumb finds my most sensitive spot, circling in time with his thrusts. It’s too much, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that leaves me trembling beneath him.
“Nico,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He groans in response, his mouth claiming mine once more. The kiss is wild and desperate. Just when I can’t take it anymore, he shifts slightly, his hand bracing beside my head as he looks down at me.
“Come for me, mi vida,” he commands, his voice low and rough, filled with a need that mirrors my own.
I do. The world shatters around me, pleasure crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping and clinging to him. He rides out the storm with me, his fingers never faltering, his eyes never leaving mine. When I finally come down from the high, I’m left trembling and breathless, my body still humming with aftershocks.
Nico’s lips hover over mine, his breath hot against my skin. I can see the raw need in his eyes. He’s going to take me, to claim me fully, and I’m ready to lose myself completely. Just when he’s about to move, a sharp, insistent ring cuts through the haze of desire.
A phone. We both freeze, the moment shattered by the intrusive sound. Nico groans, frustration evident in his eyes as he pulls away slightly, his eyes moving to his phone on the table as it continues to ring.
“Ignore it,” I whisper, trying to pull him back to me.
And I can tell he wants to, his expression torn. The phone stops ringing, only to start once again. He kisses my forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” he says before getting off the bed and walking over to the table.
I can feel the loss of his touch like a physical ache. As he answers the call, I lie there, pulling the covers over my body as I try to catch my breath. Nico’s voice is tense and curt as he answers whoever’s on the other side of the call.
“Yes, she’s with me,” he says slowly, his eyes meeting mine.
I sit up straighter, wondering who it is.
“All right, I understand,” he states before slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants.
I watch as the fire he previously had in his eyes dims, his countenance changing. He reaches for his shirt that’s been discarded on the floor.
“You need to get dressed, mi vida,” he orders, reaching for my clothes as well.
He places them in front of me on the bed. “What’s going on?”
Nico doesn’t reply as he heads for the closet in the room. I take some time to put on my clothes. When he returns, he’s holding a gun. My heart skips a beat.
“Nico! Tell me what’s wrong.”
