Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Eleonora
I have no idea what he means by that. That I’m his, that no other man will ever touch me. The words should terrify me. They should make me fight harder. But right now, I don’t care. I’ll worry about the consequences later.
All I know is that I need him inside me.
I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted sex like this, desperate, aching, empty. My body is hypersensitive, every brush of his skin against mine sending sparks through my veins. I feel like I’m burning up from the inside.
In what feels like seconds, the rest of my clothes are gone. He strips me bare with impatient hands, then lifts and carries me to the bed. I brace myself on my elbows, breathing hard, and watch as he pushes his pants and briefs down his hips.
His cock springs free, thick, and intimidating. My eyes widen. There’s no way that’s going to fit.
As if he can read my mind, Nico climbs onto the bed and covers my body with his, settling between my thighs.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough with need. “We’ll make it fit.”
The term of endearment, baby does something dangerous to my heart. I love the way it sounds coming from him. Low. Possessive. Intimate.
He kisses me again, deep and consuming, while his hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my waist and gripping my hips. I arch and writhe beneath him, chasing every touch, every brush of his skin.
His cock rests heavy against my pussy. I can’t help myself and start grinding against him, sliding my slick folds along his length, using the friction to chase the pleasure I’m already desperate for again.
“That’s it,” he groans against my mouth. “Use me, baby. Make yourself come.”
I do. I roll my hips faster, rubbing my clit against the hard ridge of his cock chasing another orgasm, my body already shaking, thighs trembling around his hips.
Nico keeps kissing me, swallowing every moan, his cock still pressed between my folds.
I melt into him, my hands sliding up his back, fingers digging into his muscles as I kiss him back with everything I have.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down my jaw, my neck, sucking lightly before moving lower.
He cups my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers, then leans down and sucks it into his mouth.
I arch off the bed with a moan, the wet heat of his tongue sending sparks straight between my legs.
He bites gently, then soothes it with his tongue, switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Please…” I whimper, beyond shame now.
“What do you need, baby?”
“Nico, please… I need you inside me.”
He kisses me again, slow and deep, then rests his forehead against mine.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs.
He lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I tense instantly.
“Relax,” he whispers, kissing my temple, my cheek, my lips. “Breathe for me, baby.”
I try, but I’m scared. He’s big. Really big.
“It’s my first time,” I whisper, voice trembling.
“I know,” he says gently, brushing my hair back from my face. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
He rubs my clit again with his fingers, slow and soothing, while kissing my neck and whispering soft words against my skin, how beautiful I am, how perfect I feel, how he’s going to make it so good for me. Slowly, I start to relax.
He pushes forward, just an inch. I gasp at the stretch, the slight burn.
“Easy, baby,” he soothes, holding still. “You’re doing so good.”
I nod, breathing through it. He eases in another inch, then another, whispering praises the entire time. When he finally bottoms out, seated fully inside me, I feel impossibly full. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but there’s something else underneath it, a deep, aching pleasure.
He stays completely still, buried inside me, jaw clenched with restraint.
“You okay?” he asks, voice strained.
I nod. “It’s… a lot. But don’t stop.”
He starts moving, slow, gentle rolls of his hips, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in. The pain gradually dulls, melting into something warm and electric. Every thrust sends sparks through my body. I start meeting his movements, hips rising to take him deeper.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Take me, baby. Just like that.”
His hand slips between us, rubbing my clit in tight circles as he fucks me. The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. I’m moaning shamelessly now, legs wrapped around his waist, eye closed.
“Eyes on me,” he commands softly.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes, the way he’s looking straight into my soul while he moves inside me, undoes me completely.
I come hard, crying out his name, my walls clenching around him in pulsing waves. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, picking up the pace just a little, hitting a deeper angle that makes my breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Come again for me,” he growls.
I shake my head, gasping. I already came three times. “I can’t— I don’t think—”
“Yes you can.” He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot again and again. “Come on my cock, baby.”
The next orgasm hits me even harder. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as pleasure rips through me. My vision whites out for a moment.
Nico groans deeply, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Eleonora—”
He buries himself to the hilt and comes with a rough groan of my name, spilling deep inside me in hot pulses. He stays there, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine as we both try to catch our breath.
Nico brings his lips to mine and kisses me again.
Soft, lingering kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, then finally my lips, deep and slow, like he’s savoring me. “You did so good, baby,” he whispers against my mouth, voice rough but impossibly gentle. “So fucking good for me.”
I’m stunned by the tenderness. This is Nico, the cold, terrifying man who kidnapped me, who beat a man bloody in his basement.
Yet right now he’s holding me like I’m something fragile, something precious. His hands caress my sides, my waist, my thighs, soothing the tremors still running through my body.
He pulls back slightly, eyes searching mine. “How do you feel? Was I too rough?”
I shake my head, still catching my breath. “No… I’m okay.”
We stay like that for a long moment, just staring at each other in the quiet. Then he slowly eases out of me. I wince at the sting, and sudden emptiness.
Nico looks down between us. His cock is glistening with my arousal… and streaks of blood. My blood. He doesn’t say anything. He simply stands, walks into the bathroom, and I hear water running.
I lie there, staring at the ceiling. What have I done?
There’s no going back from this. I’ve given him a part of me I can never take back. I wait for the regret to hit… but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s only a strange, warm haze and the echo of pleasure still pulsing through my veins.
Maybe it will come later.
Nico returns with a damp towel. He gently spreads my legs and starts cleaning me with careful strokes. The warmth soothes the soreness between my thighs. I watch him, strangely touched by the care in his movements.
He sets the towel aside, then slides his arms under me and lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I ran you a bath.”
He carries me into the bathroom. The scent of lavender fills the air. He lowers me into the warm water. The heat envelops me, easing the ache between my legs almost instantly. I sigh in relief, leaning back against the tub.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
He nods, but when I reach for him, he steps back.
“This is for you,” he says quietly. “Relax.”
He drapes a small towel behind my neck so I can rest my head comfortably. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the warm water and the soft scent calm me.
And in that moment I realize something; I won’t regret it. Not even a little.