Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Eleonora
I woke up this morning to an empty bed.
The sheets beside me were cold, and for a moment, a pang of disappointment hit me in the chest. I wasn’t supposed to feel that. I shouldn’t have expected him to stay. But I did. And the absence stung more than I wanted to admit.
But now, with Nico standing in the shower with me, that disappointment has vanished like smoke. All I feel is heat.
In our world, women like me are expected to go into marriage untouched. Virgins. I always known the man my father would eventually hand me to wouldn’t be kind. I’d be lucky if he wouldn’t hit me.
So last night… that was my one chance at experiencing sex for myself. My only real experience. And I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
If anything, I want to do it again.
Watching him come apart because of makes me feel powerful, wanted, and desired.
Nico’s eyes are dark as he watches me lick my lips slowly, savoring the last trace of him.
“A little,” I whisper. “But not enough to stop me from wanting you to fuck me again.”
A deep, feral growl rumbles from his chest. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to his.
“When you say filthy shit like that,” he says, voice rough with lust, “you have no idea what it does to me.”
I smile against his fingers. “Is that so?”
In one swift movement, Nico lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively as he carries me out of the shower, our mouths now locked in a messy, desperate kiss.
Water drips from our bodies onto the floor, but he doesn’t care. He kisses me like he’s starving, tongue stroking deep, claiming every moan I make as he walks us to the bedroom.
He tosses me onto the bed. I bounce once with a surprised laugh that quickly turns into a gasp when he climbs on after me. He kisses me deeply before he lies back against the pillows, eyes dark and hungry, then crooks a finger at me.
“Come here.”
Shy and a little nervous, I crawl toward him and straddle his waist. His hard cock presses against my pussy, making me whimper.
He shakes his head slowly, a wicked smirk on his lips.
“No, not there.” His hands grip my hips, guiding me higher. “Come sit on my face.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He chuckles. “You heard me. I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m fucking starving. So stop depriving me and bring that pretty pussy here.”
I hesitate, cheeks burning. “I can’t— Nico, I—”
“Stop wasting time,” he growls, voice rough with need. “Sit.”
Still shy, I move up until I’m hovering over his face. My hands grip the headboard for balance, but I don’t lower myself fully.
But Nico grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me down hard, forcing me to sit completely on his mouth.
I gasp, the sound turning into a loud, broken moan the second his lips cover my pussy. His tongue immediately drags through my folds, licking up every drop of my arousal like he really is starving for me.
“Oh my God—” I cry out, hips jerking.
He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight to my clit. He eats me like a man possessed, long, filthy strokes of his tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth, then fucking me with it, pushing deep inside me. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me fill the room.
I can’t stop moaning. My thighs tremble on either side of his head as I grind down on his face, chasing the pleasure. He squeezes my ass hard, encouraging me, pulling me even tighter against his mouth.
I lose all shame.
My hips start moving on their own, grinding shamelessly against his face.
“That’s it,” he growls between licks, voice muffled. “Ride my face, princess.”
I’m lost. Completely shameless now. I rock my hips, fucking his tongue, my moans growing louder. He sucks my clit again, hard, and I shatter.
“Nico— I’m— I’m going to—”
I come with a cry of his name, thighs shaking violently around his head as I flood his mouth. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking, drinking every drop like he can’t get enough, until I’m whimpering and oversensitive.
Finally, he releases my hips. I slide off his face on shaky legs and collapse beside him on the bed, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath.
Nico turns his head, lips and chin glistening with my juices, and licks them slowly, eyes locked on mine.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growls.
The sight makes something wild snap inside me.
I surge forward, kissing him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. The filthy, intimate flavor only makes me more desperate. I grind against his thigh, whimpering into his mouth, needing more.
“Please,” I beg between kisses, voice broken. “Nico, please… I want you inside me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with lust.
“You sure?” he asks, voice rough.
I nod frantically. “Yes. Just… go slow.”
He kisses me again, deep and tender, then rolls us so he’s on top, settling between my thighs.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“I will. Just… please.”
He reaches between us, lines himself up, and kisses me deeply as he slowly pushes inside me.
His lips never leave mine, tongue stroking slow and possessive while he pins my wrists above my head with one hand. I feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, the burn mixing with a deep, aching pleasure that makes my back arch off the bed.
When he bottoms out, I moan loudly into his mouth. He groans too, a low, guttural sound that vibrates against my chest.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers against my lips. “So tight around me, baby.”
He starts moving, slow, careful rolls of his hips, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans again, kissing me harder.
He caresses my body, hands roaming over my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my sides to grip my hips as he fucks me. I’m moaning shamelessly now, meeting every thrust, lost in the feeling of him moving inside me.
He keeps kissing me through it all, deep, wet kisses that match the rhythm of his hips. When he angles just right and hits that perfect spot inside me, I cry out, clenching around him.
“Nico…”
“I know baby, I know.”
His hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit while he fucks me a little faster. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter until I snap. I come hard, moaning his name into his mouth, my walls pulsing around his cock.
With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling hot and deep inside me. I feel every pulse, every twitch, and it makes me clench around him again.
He stays inside me for a long moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. Then he slowly pulls out. I wince at the soreness spreads more violently now.
He pulls me on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
His fingers gently rub up and down my back, then thread through my hair. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“Perfect,” I whisper, resting my cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
We stay like that in comfortable silence. His hand keeps stroking my back, soothing me. I feel safe. Cherished. It’s strange how gentle he can be after everything.
After a while, I lift my head and look at him. His eyes are closed, but he’s not sleeping. He looks deep in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly.
He opens his eyes and meets mine. There’s a pause, like he’s deciding whether to tell me.
“There’s a masquerade ball in a few days,” he finally says. “I’m attending. Your father will be there… and so will Matteo Gallo.”
My heart jumps. My sisters might be there too.
“Can I come?” I ask immediately.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s too risky.”
“But it’s a masquerade,” I insist. “I can wear a mask. No one will know it’s me. I wore the blonde wig before, I can do it again.”
“Eleonora—”
“Please,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his chest. “I just want to see them. Even from far away. I won’t talk to them. I promise.”
He stays quiet. I can feel him thinking.
I move lower, sliding down his body until I’m between his legs. His cock is already half-hard again. I look up at him, then lean forward and take him into my mouth.
He groans, hand threading through my hair. “Fuck…”
I’m not skilled, but I try, licking, sucking, wrapping my hand around the base like he showed me earlier. He guides me gently, telling me what feels good, how to take him deeper. The taste of us mixed together is filthy and intoxicating. I feel myself getting wet again as I suck him.
He curses under his breath, hips twitching. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
When he warns me he’s close, I don’t pull away. I keep going until he comes with a groan, spilling down my throat. I swallow everything, then look up at him with wide eyes.
He stares at me for a long moment, breathing hard.
“Fine,” he says, voice rough. “You can come.”
I smile, heart soaring with relief and excitement. Finally… I might get to see my sisters again.