Chapter 17 #2
I couldn’t escape the intrusion, couldn’t wiggle or retreat. All I could do was groan while he worked me open, my legs trembling from being stretched so far apart, my cunt achingly empty.
Pain turned to something else. A different kind of need. The primal need to have him claim me, pounding his cock into me like an unleashed animal.
If this was a dream, then I wanted all of him.
“Please, Nico, don’t make me wait anymore. I need you inside me.”
“I know you do. Almost there, princess,” he rasped. “I want to make you feel good. Really, really good.”
More shadows crept up the insides of my thighs, sliding through my pussy, teasing my soaked entrance, and then…
“Oh gods,” I breathed. Something big and blunt was pushing up, up, up inside me, then tunneling deeper. Needy, quivering flesh stretched around shadow, filling me to impossible limits, until I overflowed with his darkness.
“That’s it,” Nico crooned, “you can take them, my sweet little princess. My cock in your ass and my shadows stuffing your cunt full, you’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I trembled from the sensation of his fingers and his shadows, the way his words wired my body tight, the climax coiling around my womb like a vise that wouldn’t let go.
“I’m so close,” I whined, “So close. Please, Nico, please.”
“I’ll go slow,” Nico’s voice—so full of dark hunger—dropped so low I had to strain to hear him. “But you can take me. Just relax.”
I wanted to. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to make me feel good. But most of all… I wanted.
He dragged the crown of his cock through my pussy, coating himself in my juices before pressing that blunt tip to my opening. There was pressure, and then…
“Oh gods, oh gods,” I hissed, unable to move, unable to do anything except hiss as Nico eased that blunt crown inside me with a slow, relentless invasion, while between my legs, those shadows pushed even deeper, lifting me up to give him better access.
There was something about being displayed like this—spread and open for Nico to use any way he wanted—that turned me on.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised, pushing deeper, stretching me enough that I blinked tears away. “You’re so fucking beautiful. My princess. My beautiful princess, taking my cock and my shadows at the same time.”
He pulled out, then pushed back in, and I felt myself soften around his hard shaft until the pain was a memory and only pleasure remained.
I was high on endorphins flooding my system, high on the feel of his fingers denting my hips as he groaned out my name, pushing in again, his thighs shaking.
Nico grunted, and this time, he didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, and when those shadows filled me until I couldn’t get any fuller, he slid his hand beneath me and stroked my clit with an expertise that should be outlawed.
“I’m going to move now, and I’m not going to be able to stop,” he muttered, pulling out and slamming back in, his hips crashing against my ass. Then he began to fuck me, his cock pressing along those wicked, wicked shadows, dragging in and out of my pussy, his fingers working my clit…
This was too much.
Too fucking much, and I was too full, and this was going to fucking destroy me in the best way possible.
“Come, my sweet princess. Come for me,” Nico urged, pressing his thumb firmly to my swollen clit and rubbing hard as I opened my mouth in a silent scream.
I imploded, greedy, desperate muscles rippling around his thick cock and his wicked shadows in a wave of ecstasy that kept going and going until I thought my orgasm would never stop, Nico’s name spilling from my lips.
“Lick me clean,” he growled, pushing his fingers into my mouth.
I tasted salt and myself as he kept fucking me, harder and deeper and wilder, like he’d lost control, growling out my name until he stopped, shuddering, pressed as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed and pulsed, spilling inside me in a hot, endless gush I thought would never end.
“That’s it, take it all. Let me fill you full of my seed, princess,” he ground out, then dropped his mouth to the nape of my neck and sank his fangs in deep, marking me, pleasure surging so fast and so high all I could do was feel.
We burned together, imploding with pure sensation, shattering into a place where nothing mattered except the way he breathed out my name, again and again as he tumbled over the edge with me.
Later, wrapped in Nico’s arms, his heart beating beneath my cheek, I decided the world was about as perfect as it had ever been.
I traced my fingers over the dark lines of the dragon tattooed on his chest. Its wings were outstretched, mouth open with a roar.
“This is beautiful, by the way.”
“A rite of passage,” he murmured, nuzzling deeper into my throat. “But I’m glad you like it.”
“Does every Draconi soldier have one of these?”
“You insult me, princess. These are reserved for the Vendetarri only. I earned this tattoo.”
“Of course you did,” I teased. “And it’s very, very pretty.”
“I’m serious, Ember,” Nico muttered, and he honestly did sound…offended.
“I had to survive one hundred fights in the Fossa to earn the right to wear this tattoo. I bled to belong to the Draconi Brotherhood. This isn’t something I went out and got on a whim.”
Oh gods, he really thinks I’m making fun of him.
“I’m sorry, I know the Brotherhood is your family, Nico.” I flattened my palm over the dragon. Over his thumping heart.
“I just never…” I pulled back so I could see his face. “If there’s anyone who’d earned the right to wear this tattoo, Nico, it’s you, and I never had a chance to tell you how much I like it.”
His shoulders relaxed and tension turned into an arrogant grin.
“Because you’re always so deep in the throes of passion when we’re together?”
“More like you never stop talking long enough for me to get a word in edgewise.” Then I laughed and pulled him down for another long kiss.
“And why can’t both be true?” He murmured against my lips.