Chapter 10 NICO
NICO
Iback Izzy up against the kitchen counter, my hands framing her face as our lips crash together.
Seven years of silence, of shadows and what-ifs, pour out in this kiss. I've dreamed of her mouth, her taste, every night since that club.
Holding back has been hell. I did it for her sake, for the life she deserved without my darkness.
But I can’t help the beast clawing at my chest from within. Not anymore.
She is mine.
Her fingers dig into my shirt, pulling me closer, and something inside me fractures. No more restraint. I need her now, all of her, the way I've ached for since the moment I let her slip away.
I hoist her up onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. My mouth trails down her neck, nipping at the skin I've memorized in my mind. She gasps, arching into me, and I tug her shirt up, exposing her breasts to the cool air.
I take one nipple between my lips, sucking hard, then grazing it with my teeth. The sound she makes—raw, needy—fuels the fire I've banked for so long.
“God, Izzy, I've fucking missed you,” I murmur against her skin, voice thick with the years of longing.
“Me too,” she gasps. “Missed you so—ah!—so fucking much.”
My hand slides between her thighs, fingers pushing aside her panties to find her wet and ready. I circle her clit slowly, pressing in just enough to make her tremble.
“You're mine now,” I whisper, devoted, fierce. “I've waited too damn long to claim you.”
She moans, hips bucking against my hand as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep.
“Feel how much I need you,” I tell her, thrusting steadily, my thumb rubbing her clit. The way she clenches around me, the flush on her cheeks—it's everything I've denied myself.
Her breaths come in short bursts, eyes locked on mine, and I see it: the recognition, the pull we've both felt across the years.
“Come for me, Izzy,” I urge, voice breaking with emotion. “Let me feel you shatter like I have every day without you.”
She cries out, body convulsing as her orgasm hits, walls pulsing around my fingers.
I hold her through it, kissing her forehead, her lips, whispering how I've never stopped loving her. The restraint is gone, shattered, and in its place is this. Us, finally whole.
Panting, she slides off the counter, her hand taking mine. She leads me toward the bedroom, eyes dark with promise.
Seven years end here, in the space we've both been circling.