Chapter Seventeen
Nyxx
I’ve imagined this a thousand times since we met—but not her on her knees, taking the lead, blowing my mind before I could even think to breathe.
Now she’s sprawled across the bed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes daring me to catch up.
My grin feels feral.
“Didn’t see that coming, princess,” I rasp, still half wrecked. “Are we about to fight for dominance? Because that might be fun. My turn.”
This woman—Christ. Beautiful, talented, and the biggest damn surprise of my life. I never pictured her stealing the spotlight like that, but I’m not complaining. If this is a battle for control, it’s one I plan to lose spectacularly.
In one motion I catch her ankles, spread her wide, and sink between her thighs, mouth finding heat.
Fuck. The taste of her—sweet, salted sin—punches the air from my lungs.
I’m a grown man acting like a teenager who’s once again about to blow his load before the main event.
There’s a sweetness to her, with a scent to match. It’s all I can do not to bury my nose in her for a moment, to wallow between her drenched folds.
She smells of honey and danger. I drag my nose along her slick folds, greedier than I mean to be.
Did I really think she’d be shy? Tell me to stop? That was the old Anastasia.
This is Ana—my Ana—fingers buried in my hair, pressing me closer, silently demanding more.
I split her legs wider and mercilessly attack her little clit, easily finding just the way she likes it because she’s wordlessly giving me directions.
A twitch of her hips means harder.
A soft moan—right there.
The sound she makes when she’s about to come? Pure symphony.
I know not to change a thing when her head thrashes on the pillow and she’s gone—arching, crying out, shaking apart. I ease her through it, licking, sucking, humming low until she shivers back to earth.
When her thighs fall open, I slip a finger inside, press my tongue harder, and she detonates again, her body bowing off the bed, my name ripping from her throat like a song I’ll chase for the rest of my life.
When she finally gasps, “Mercy, Nyxx. Let me catch my breath,” I grin against her skin and crawl up beside her.
I rearrange myself to lie next to her, combing my fingers through her sweaty hair as her breathing slows to normal. She had never climaxed with a man before? Why? She’s beautifully responsive.
When her lids flutter open, her gaze immediately arrows to mine.
“That was…” There’s such a long pause, I wonder if she’s fallen asleep with her eyes open. Stranger things have happened; those orgasms looked powerful. “I have no words.”
“Don’t need them, princess. I rode through it with you, remember?”
“Mmm.” She’s got the sweetest look on her face. “I think I’m one-up on you, though. Or two, or three. It was hard to count.”
“Take your victory lap,” I murmur. “I’ll just lie here, lick my lips, and commit to memory every sigh, gasp, and moan.”
Color floods her cheeks, spilling down her neck. She hides her face behind her hand. Adorable.
I brush my knuckles along her jaw. “Relax. I’m not teasing. I just—hell, I can’t get enough of you.”
She peeks at me through her fingers, smiling despite herself.
“I lied.” My voice drops. “I won’t just lie here. I need to talk, tell you how good you taste.” Perhaps I’m a sadist, pushing her on purpose. Do I want her to squirm with shame? No, I want her to bask in my affection.
“You taste sweet and sexy, and I want to package your scent.”
“You’re getting dangerously close to me covering my face and begging you to stop.”
“Okay. I’ll take the hint.” I barely give her a second to register her win before I ask, “What would you really like to beg me for, princess?”
No hesitation this time. She reaches down, wraps her hand around me—firm, certain.
“Your cock,” she says, voice steady as sin.
Heat punches through me.
“Good answer.”