Chapter Four #2
There is a long beat of silence as I stare at her, trying to read all the emotions crossing her face.
This is a first for her—which slams into me like a punch to the chest. Of course it is.
I know how close the family keeps her, how there has never been a boyfriend, how carefully she’s been watched her whole life.
My heart races as I realize the Gabriella is untouched
“Gabby,” I squeeze her hip even as these thoughts circle my mind. “It’s okay if you’re a virgin.”
If possible, the red in her cheeks deepens, and even before she can say anything, I see the truth in her eyes.
Fuck!
This changes everything. How can I let go of her now? How the fuck can I touch her and then let her go? I wasn’t going to let it happen before, but now, I am definitely never letting another man touch her, taste her, or slide into her wet heat.
“Let me take care of you, princess,” I rasp, holding her gaze as I lean down to catch the waistband of her panties between my teeth before slowly tugging them down her hips.
I groan as her scent grows heady, and my eyes want to fall shut and just savor her.
But I’m too hungry for a taste of her. I use my hands to strip her panties away.
Every inch of my body hums when I finally press my face against her, nuzzling her soft, drenched folds and breathing her in like a man who’s been drowning—and she is every breath I need to live.
Fuck, she’s soaked, getting wetter by the second and I can’t fucking wait anymore.
Her hips lift with a sob when I press my tongue into her slick heat, needing to feel her on my tongue, and absolutely nothing could have prepared me for her taste.
The sweetness of her arousal floods my tongue, shattering the little control I was clinging to.
My cock jerks in my boxers, leaking pre-cum as I rock against the mattress to take the edge off.
I push in for more of her intoxicating taste, lapping greedily at her creamy flesh, making her writhe helplessly on the bed.
More.
The word pulses in my head as I pull her thigh up to my shoulder and swipe my tongue hungrily over her warm and slippery flesh.
“Oh God!” she cries out, her back bowing and fingers tugging hard at my hair, all of shyness gone as she rolls her hips into my tongue.
A rough tremor moves through her entire body when I flick my tongue over her clit.
She sobs, thrashing on the bed when I circle the bud, teasing it relentlessly, her hips lifting off the bed. “Nico…oh God!”
I press my tongue flat over her pussy and drag it along her seam, fingers tightening on her hip when she begins to buck, and her sobs grow louder.
She’s close. I feel it in the way her pussy trembles against my tongue and how her tits tremble with every heaved breath.
And my name on my lips is a chant…a prayer.
A plea I can’t ignore. I slide my free hand up her stomach and to her breasts, pinching gently at her nipple as my mouth teases her entrance, which sends her right off the edge with a scream.
Her hips surge from the bed as violent shudders rack her body.
I work my tongue through every tremor, holding her still as she rides the wave, lapping at her arousal like a man possessed and getting lost in it all. In her.
“Oh God…Nico!”
Her orgasm seems to last forever, and she’s still trembling when I pull away.
Her dazed eyes meet mine, and I read the surprise in them.
I would laugh if my own body weren’t one slight touch from the edge.
I realize there is no way I’m going to last more than a few seconds inside her, and my principessa deserves to be savored and loved properly for her first time.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I’m wound tight, tense and aching for her when I climb up her trembling body.
I pull her flush against me and shove down my boxers before sliding my cock between her thighs, even as my lips find hers.
She whimpers when I press against her and grind.
“Look what you do to me, princess,” I rasp against her lips.
She whimpers at the friction, rocking forward to meet my thrusts, and Christ, it’s so tempting to slide my cock into her, fuck her blind, into oblivion, but I don’t.
“Feels…Nico…”
“I know, baby,” I breathe, holding her tight against me as I rub my cock against her wet folds, blood roaring in my head as I teeter closer to the edge. I squeeze her ass hard as my hips roll faster, blind with need. “So close…”
She comes first, her lips parting against mine with a sob as a shudder racks her body.
My muscles lock, and my balls draw painfully at the threat of my own climax.
When it comes, it hits with a force that sends dark spots bursting behind my eyes.
My fingers tighten on her as my cock jerks between her legs, spilling my cum over her pussy and thighs
“Fuuuck!” I growl as I rock my hips against hers, dragging the tip of my cock between her folds and over her entrance.
Mine.
Only mine.
I hold her close to me as the tremors ease, and I realize that I would face the Rossis—all of their wrath—for her.
I’ll kill the faceless man from her painting to keep her.
For several minutes, neither of us says a word, and it’s not until the roaring in my head clears that I pull back to look at Gabriella, uncertain what I’ll see in her eyes, but I nearly laugh when I realize that she’s fallen asleep.
I stroke her face, marveling at what the hell she is thinking, letting a flawed man like me touch her.
She’s perfect. An angel in this godforsaken world, and she sure as hell deserves better.
I hold her close, listening to her soft breathing before finally finding the strength to pull away.
I walk to the bathroom and clean up before bringing a warm cloth back with me to the room.
I run it gently between her legs, clean her up, then set it aside before joining her back in bed.
She burrows into me the second I pull her into my arms, her contented, sleepy sigh doing something to my heart no woman has ever done.
My mind drifts back to the painting of Gabriella flying into the arms of another man, and that turns my blood cold. My hands tighten around her as I vow to do everything to stop that from happening.
She’s mine. I’ll be damned if I let someone else take her from me.