Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Sofia
I ’m cold. So damn cold.
And at the same time, I’m burning up.
It’s the most peculiar feeling. I want to pull away from Nero and run as fast as I can but, at the same time, I want to burrow deep inside of him.
I’ve been kissed by two men in my lifetime. The first time was in sophomore year with a classmate. Nearly all the girls in my year had done more than kissing, and I’d wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Suffice to say, it hadn’t lived up to the hype.
The second person was my husband at our wedding day, and the few times he had been bothered before pushing into me.
I can’t describe what is happening to me at the moment as a kiss, because it feels nothing like what I’ve felt in the past. This isn’t just a contact of mouth against mouth.
This is an explosion, and I’m caught in the middle of the blast.
His hand at the back of my head keeps me in place as his mouth devours mine. That and the hand clutching my hip is all that’s keeping me upright, because my legs feel like spaghetti. I’m shaking with a mixture of everything, and my heart is beating so fast, I’m afraid it’ll burst right out of my chest.
“Sofia,” he growls into my mouth, slanting his mouth over mine again.
He drags me impossibly tighter into his body, and I feel the evidence of his desire pressing against my stomach. It still doesn’t feel like enough, it still feels too far away, and as if he can read my mind, his hands slid under my thighs and picks me up.
My legs immediately go around his hip, and with our mouths still connected, he begins to walk deeper into the gazebo.
I clutch at his shoulder tightly when he tries to drop me, and he makes a frustrated sound.
“Damn, Princess,” he says in a low voice, “do you know how hot it is to see you so needy for me?”
I blink at him, unable to move my mouth to give him a response. My mouth feels like it’s been branded with a hot iron, and I can’t help but reach up and touch it.
Nero’s wet hair falls over his face in an endless mess of curls. His jaw is more stubbled than before, and his shirt clings to his body. Plastered to every inch of him, outlining every curve of his bulging pecs.
My gaze drops down to where the shirt follows the grooves and ridges of his stomach.
“I—” I stutter, trying to find my words.
A dark chuckle draws my attention back to his face. “Are you about to tell me that we shouldn’t be doing this?”
I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, chasing the memory of our kiss. “Why did you stop?”
“I don’t know.” The way he says it, almost as if he’s in pain, makes my heart ache. His dark eyes lock onto mine, and despite my best efforts, I can’t look away. I’m fixated, knowing I’ll never be satisfied until I’ve had my fill.
“I didn’t want you to stop, Nero.”
“Sofia, we can’t. I can’t. I’ll ruin you.”
“Then at least you have my permission.”
His nostrils flare, and he goes from man to beast right in front of my eyes. I should be afraid, I should be terrified of how his eyes are so dark, all traces of white disappeared, but instead, the only thing I can think of is that I want him to kiss me forever.
A foolish thought, of course.
“Screw it. I’m going to hell anyways,” he groans.
Nero takes my mouth in his again, and I slide my palms under his shirt till I can feel the hard, warm skin of his abdomen.
He immediately grabs the hem of his shirt and breaks the kiss just for a second to whip it off. I catch a hint of ink curling over his shoulder before he’s on me again, licking into my mouth like a man possessed.
I kiss him back with all I have, secure in the bubble that is us, where the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Wild horses couldn’t pull us apart.
And then his palm covers my breasts over my dress.
Oh . I moan into his mouth, my legs around his hip tightening.
“Oh God,” I gasp when his mouth begins to move down the corner of mine, then down to my jaw, up to lick around the shell of my ear. He nips at my earlobe before continuing down, leaving open- mouthed kisses down the column of my neck.
The hand cupping my breast moves to the pearl buttons, keeping my collar closed together, and he deftly undoes them.
My body is on fire, and the only thing I can do is hang on and feel.
Grabbing one sleeve of my dress, he pulls it down my shoulder and arms till my white lace bra is exposed. With one last nip on my collarbone, he drags his mouth away to stare at my lace-covered breasts.
“Nero…” Please , is the unspoken word.
“Tell me to stop.”
“I-I can’t.” Don’t stop. Never stop. Please. Please .
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he breathes. “That this is wrong.”
“It doesn’t feel wrong.” It feels so right, like his hands were made to touch me, like his mouth was made to kiss me and rob me of all breath.
“Tell me to stop, Sofia.”
I stare at his naked torso, long and muscular, and follow the trail of dark hair from his chest down, down, down, till it disappears into his jeans. I want to get on my knees and trail the V line on his hip with my tongue.
Heat fills my cheeks at the thought, and I swallow. With shaky hands, I reach for the front clasp of my bra and undo it, leaving the material gaping open.
“Damn it, Princess, you’re nothing but trouble,” Nero says before dragging the bra off my body. I’m generally small framed, and Sebastian has complained about my small breasts severally.
I make to cover them, suddenly self-conscious, but he catches my wrist and slants me an annoyed glare.
“Never hide from me,” he growls, bending his head to take one hard nipple into his mouth. He tugs on it so fiercely it stings, but in a way that sends pleasure coursing through me.
I cry out, back arching as sensation assaults me. My nails dig sharply into his strong shoulders with the force of the pleasure. His other hand covers my other breast, kneading the flesh in his large, callused hand.
“ Oh God. Oh God. Nero. Nero! ” I scream while thunder booms.
“Tell me you love the way I suck your nipples.”
“Oh my God, Nero. God…”
“Say it,” he orders.
“I l-love the way you suck my nipples.” He lets a nipple drop from between his lips with a soft pop and looks into my eyes.
“You like that, baby?”
“Oh, God, yes.” He returns to my nipple, sucking it, kissing it. Working it, tugging it like an animal. Making beastly sounds as he ravishes my breast. Sucking and licking every inch with his tongue on my areola and then up over the full globe.
I throw my head back, gasping for air, while one hand leaves my breast and begins to slide up my thighs. Desire is building faster and faster in me, and Nero is intent on torturing me. I’ve never felt like this in my life—so mindless with lust.
I grab his jaw and raise his mouth to mine, and he obliges, mouth-biting, moaning, and licking. My hands are everywhere now, all over his chest and stomach, and then I’m undoing the heavy buckle of his belt and reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
“We have to stop.”
“Don’t stop!” I gasp. His teeth clamp down on my neck and I make a mewling sound. “Nero. Please, please.”
“Touch my cock, Sofia. Feel what you do to me.”
I reach under the elastic of his briefs and close my fingers around his throbbing erection. It’s as hard as steel, yet the skin around it is silky soft. Before I can delight at the feel of him in my hand, his hand cups my lace-covered pussy.
I nearly fly off the platform where I’m seated at the possessiveness of his touch.
“You’re soaked for me,” he bites out. “Shit, baby, you’re so soaked for me.”
“Yes,” I’m trembling with desire, my skin tight and sensitive.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? To have this pretty little pussy drip all over my fingers? To taste you, lick you, suck you?”
He pushes my panties aside and then his fingers are on my pussy, brushing through my wetness achingly soft. Nero doesn’t strike me as someone who has any softness in him, and yet here he is, treating me like the princess he insists on calling me.
I’m startled to realize that I don’t want to be treated like a princess, like something soft and fragile.
“I crave you, Sofia. Like a madman, I crave every inch of you. Your lips, your tongue, your tiny body pressed against mine. I crave this sweet pussy, your lips wrapped around my cock. I want to take you, own you, devour you. God, I want to do a lot of things to you.”
My pussy pulses, and a shiver moves through me.
“I’m so damn hard for you the minute you’re near me, like granite. I need you like I need air, Sofia. I don’t even care that you’re not mine. I can’t function until I get this goddamned craving out of my system. You’re ruining me, and I don’t even care.”
“God... Nero, you’re driving me crazy.”
I squeeze my hand around his length and then dig him out. The sheer size of him gives me pause. Holy God in heaven, he’s huge . Long and girthy with the mushroom head flushed an angry purple.
He grinds himself against my hands, seeking more, wanting more, and for a moment, I feel powerful. Knowing I’m the one doing this to him—so much so he’s shaking and moaning because of me—thrills me with excitement. Consequences be damned; I want to explore just how much pleasure I can draw from him.
“I want more, Nero.”
“Sofia—”
“Don’t ask me to tell you to stop!” I snap angrily. “I’m tired of being treated like a child. I want you, and if you want to stop, I’m sure I can find someone else to?—”
The rest of my words end with a scream as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me.
“I’m not telling you to stop, Princess. I just want to be sure you want this.”
“I want this, Nero. I want you .”
And then he wraps a hand around my neck, eyes blazing with fury. Nero can choke me to death right here and now, and nobody will be the wiser. The boardwalk and gazebo are far enough from the villa to be out of camera range.
I moan when he tightens his hand.
I nearly shatter when he plunges his finger deeper into my heat, and I explode against his fingers.
“I want you to remember this moment for days.” He jams his fingers against my even deeper, rubbing, flicking, thrusting... My entire body clenches, every cell sizzling, lighting up, and pushing outward. It feels like Nirvana. I’m flying, soaring among the stars.
“God, you’re so hot.” Higher, ever higher. His fingers continue to graze the front of my pussy, my walls still spasming, my body floating, electricity surging through my cells… until…
“Nero! I… can’t… take…”
“Oh, yes, you can, baby. You can take it all.” He continues finger-fucking me, hitting that spot over and over again. And again, and again …
“Now, Princess, you’re going to make me earn my orgasm,” he tells me. “If you don’t come, I won’t either. Understand?”
“Oh, Nero…”
“Yes, Princess. It’s about damn time someone put you first. And I’m doing it. Right now, right here. I want you coming so hard for me.”
I nod rapidly and then he thrusts into me again, and I scream again. As he begins to thrust faster and faster, my hips buck and my hand around his length moves quicker. Sensation builds at the base of my stomach, and my throat is hoarse from screaming. All I can do is whimper.
“That’s it, baby.” He buries his face in the junction of my neck, licking and biting and soothing. “Stroke my dick like that. Such a good girl.”
I’m a bundle of nerves and sensations. There’s a storm brewing inside of me, and it feels like I’m standing right on the edge, but I don’t know how to let myself go.
“Nero!” I cry, “Please.”
His fingers crook inside of me on his next thrust and at the same time, his thumb presses down on a spot just above where his fingers are inside of me. I stop my assault on his member and my scream seems to last forever as my spine bows.
Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before explodes from my center and envelopes me. White bursts of starlight go off behind my eyes and the sensation seems to go on and on.
It feels like I’ve died and gone up to Heaven, and I only come to when I hear Nero grunting and groaning. I open my heavy eyelids and find him watching me through slitted eyes. His hand is a blur of movement up and down his cock and I watch, enraptured.
His teeth are bared, and every part of him is strained with tension as he watches me.
“Sofia, oh, Sofia… Look at what you do to me,” he growls. And then thick ropes of white spurt out of his dick. It’s so much and so thick, I’m engrossed by the sight of it. It takes a minute for him to come down from his high before he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans himself off.
We stare at each other silently for several beats, and then his mouth curves up into a smile. “Mine.”
That single word breaks me out of the madness that must have taken over me. I’m not his. I’m not Nero’s. I’m my husband’s, and I shouldn’t have done this.
“Th-this was a mistake,” I stutter, jumping off the ledge and righting my dress, “Oh my God, what have we done?”
He’s as still and silent as a statue as he watches me freak out. My hands are shaking too much to up the buttons on my dress.
With a cry of dismay, I race past Nero, hands clutching the front of my dress together. I don’t stop running till I’ve burst into my bedroom and turned the lock on the door.
Oh God.
The bedside lamp suddenly comes on and I let out a startled shriek.
Sebastian raises his head from the bed and stares at me. “Where were you?”
I clutch at my dress nervously and clear my throat. “I was out for a walk alone, and then it began to rain, and I had to wait it out, but it was getting late, and so?—”
“Christ, woman, I didn’t ask for a rundown of the entire night. Take a shower and come to bed.”
My stomach drops to the ground as I inch towards the bathroom, because I don’t think I can bear my husband’s touch tonight. Obediently, I step into the bathroom and take a shower robotically, trying to keep Nero and the unbelievable pleasure his hands had brought me out of my mind.
By the time I walk back into the bedroom in a pale green nightdress, I’m a nervous wreck.
I slide into the side of the bed as far from Sebastian as possible and then I wait for him to reach for me, prepared to do my duty. My heart only resumes beating at its normal pace when I hear a soft snore coming from his direction.
I let out a sigh of relief and then lay wide-eyed for a long time in the dark, thinking about the one man I shouldn’t be thinking about.