Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Nico
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her. Because I have.
Her lips are soft, warm, and so responsive, parting for me instantly, welcoming my tongue as I stroke deep into her mouth. She tastes like sin and sweetness.
I groan into the kiss, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other slides down her body, gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there’s nothing between us but heat and need.
She grinds against me shamelessly, her bare pussy rubbing along my cock, coating me in her slickness. Every roll of her hips undoes me a little more.
I don’t understand how she does this to me, how one woman has ever made me lose every ounce of the control I’ve spent years building.
I break the kiss only to trail my mouth down her neck, sucking and biting at her pulse point, then lower, over her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with my tongue while my hand palms the other. She arches into me with a broken moan, fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.
I keep going lower, and settle between her thighs, pushing them wide open. The sight of her, pink, wet, glistening pussy makes my mouth water.
I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her properly. She’s sweet and tangy, addictive. I groan against her pussy, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I rasp, burying my face deeper. I lick her in long, hungry strokes from her entrance to her clit, then sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
“Oh… Nico…”
I push my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my thumb circles her clit. She’s dripping down my chin, soaking my face, and I can’t get enough. I could eat her for hours and never tire of it. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Eleonora cries out, thighs trembling around my head. She’s shameless now, grinding against my face, riding my tongue like she needs it to breathe. I add a finger, curling it deep inside her, stroking that spot that makes her scream my name.
“Nico—oh fuck, Nico—!”
She comes hard, back arching off the bed, screaming my name loud enough that I’m sure the whole house hears her. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, gushing all over my tongue.
I don’t stop. I lap at her greedily, sucking on her clit until she’s shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and breathless.
Only then do I pull back, lips and chin glistening with her. I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply. She moans into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully.
She’s writhing beneath me now, legs wrapped around my waist, grinding her soaked pussy against my cock.
“Please,” she begs against my lips, voice broken and needy. “Nico, please… fuck me.”
I groan, forehead pressed to hers, fighting for the last shred of control I have left.
I don’t want to fuck her hard tonight. I want to savor her. Kissing her slow and deep, I sink into her, inch by inch.
Her tight heat envelops me, pulling me in like she was made for me. She gasps into my mouth, a soft, broken sound that goes straight to my cock. I groan against her lips, fighting the urge to thrust deep and claim her roughly.
She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So wet. Every slow push makes her walls flutter around me, gripping me tight.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe against her mouth. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”
I start moving, long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. I want her to feel every inch. Every ridge. I want her to remember exactly who’s inside her.
Her breasts bounce gently with each thrust, and I lean down, capturing one nipple in my mouth. I suck hard, then bite down lightly, soothing it with my tongue. She cries out, back arching, fingers threading through my hair.
“Nico…” she moans, legs wrapping tighter around my waist.
I keep the pace slow and deep, grinding against her with every thrust, making sure my pelvis rubs against her clit. My hand slides between us, fingers finding her swollen nub, circling it slowly while I fuck her.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” I murmur against her neck, biting down gently. “I can feel you squeezing me. You wanna come?”
She nods frantically, whimpering. “Please… let me come…”
“Come for me, baby.”
I rub her clit faster, thrusting a little deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her tremble. She comes with a broken cry of my name, her pussy clamping down around my cock, pulsing and fluttering as she gushes around me.
I groan at the feeling, fucking her through it, slow and steady, drawing out every wave until she’s shaking and whimpering beneath me.
But I’m not done.
I kiss her again, deep and hungry, swallowing her moans as I keep moving inside her. She’s so sensitive now, every thrust making her jolt and gasp. Her hands are in my hair, tugging as she moans against my lips.
“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting deeper, grinding against her. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, voice breaking. “I’m yours, Nico.”
I kiss her harder, fucking her with slow, deep strokes, losing myself in the way she feels around me. Being inside her feels like coming home. Like everything else fades away and there’s only her.
She comes again, crying out, her whole body shaking as she clenches around me. I can’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, spilling deep inside her in thick, hot pulses.
I stay there, grinding slowly, filling her completely as her walls milk every last drop from me.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
I kiss her softly, then reluctantly, I slip out of her, watching as my cum slides down her thighs. She whimpers softly, still sensitive.
The sight of her, coated in both of us, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I want to keep her like this forever, leaking me, smelling like me, belonging to me.
I lean over her and kiss her forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face.
“How are you feeling?” I murmur.
“Better,” she whispers, voice soft and sated.
I stare at her, taking her in, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction.
What the hell has this woman done to me?
I’ve spent years building walls, keeping everyone at a distance, and yet here she is, slipping through every crack I thought was sealed.
She makes me feel things I shouldn’t. Want things I never allowed myself to want.
I dip my head and kiss her again, biting gently on her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue. She melts into me instantly. I roll us so she’s on top, her body draped over mine.
Her eyes are droopy now, heavy with sleep. She looks so peaceful like this, completely undone in my arms.
“Go to sleep,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight.”
I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight.”
Within moments, her breathing evens out. And I lie there, one hand gently rubbing her back, the other threaded through her hair, and watch her sleep.
I tighten my arms around her and close my eyes, letting myself drift with her warmth against me.
Eleonora
I wake up with a pleasant, deep ache between my legs.
Nico’s side of the bed is empty again, the sheets cool where he should have been. I’ve gotten used to this, waking up alone after he fucks me senseless and slips away before dawn. But last night felt different.
The way he looked at me, the way he moved inside me, slow and deep, staring into my eyes like he was trying to memorize every part of me… it didn’t feel like fucking. It felt like something more.
Something terrifyingly close to making… love.
I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The masquerade. The way he protected me. The way he listened when I told him about my sisters. The tenderness in the shower afterward. I don’t know what to do with any of it.
Eventually, I get out of bed. After using the restroom, I wash my face and brush my teeth, staring at my reflection for a long moment.
I don’t want to crawl back under the covers and overthink everything, so I get dressed in comfortable, worn jeans and one of the soft sweaters Nico has brought for me, then head downstairs for breakfast, where I get informed by my new guard that Nico isn't within the estate premises, so I end up having breakfast alone.
I spend most of the day in his library, surrounded by books, trying to distract myself with reading. I don’t see or hear from Nico at all. The silence gnaws at me more than I want to admit.
By evening, I’m restless. I need to clear my head, so I decide to head to his private gym. I step onto the treadmill and start running, pushing myself harder than I probably should.
I’ve only been running for a few minutes when the gym door opens. Nico walks in.
He’s not dressed for a workout, but in a black button-down and slacks, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looks like he’s been working all day.
“There you are,” he says. “I’ve been looking for you.”
I slow the treadmill to a stop and step off, wiping sweat from my forehead. “I needed to run.”
He walks over, closing the distance between us. Without a word, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him. Then he kisses me, slow, deep, and consuming.
His tongue strokes against mine like he’s been thinking about this all day. I melt into him, hands fisting in his shirt, tasting the faint hint of whiskey on his lips.
When he pulls back, rests his forehead against mine. “Is something on your mind?”
I shake my head. “No. I just… needed to run.”
He studies me for a moment, then nods. “Okay.”
But something in his expression shifts. He looks serious.
“I have something to tell you.”
The tone of his voice makes my stomach tighten. He leads me over to one of the benches, sits down, and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
I look at him, heart beating a little faster. “What is it?”