Chapter 11 IZZY
IZZY
Ilead Nico into my bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us like a seal on seven years of waiting.
My heart pounds, every step pulling me deeper into this surrender I've craved. His hand in mine feels like home, rough and sure, guiding me without a word.
He pulls me close, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that's all possession and relief. I melt against him, hands fumbling with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
God, I've missed this.
Nico breaks the kiss, eyes dark with hunger as he strips off his shirt. I drop to my knees before him, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and I wrap my lips around the tip, tasting the salt of him.
I've dreamed of this mouth on him, night after night, alone in this bed. Now, it's real—his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper. I take him in, sucking slow and deep, letting him set the rhythm.
He thrusts gently at first, fucking my mouth with controlled strokes. “That's it, Izzy,” he whispers, voice rough with need. “Take it all in.”
I hum around him, the vibration making him groan, his grip tightening. Each taste sends heat pooling between my legs, my submission complete as I let him use me.
His hips buck faster, cock hitting the back of my throat, but I don't pull away. Tears prick my eyes from the stretch, but it's perfect, this act of giving. I've missed yielding to him like this, losing myself in his control.
Just as his breaths turn ragged, he stops, pulling out with a wet pop.
“Not yet,” he growls, hauling me up and flipping me onto the bed.
I land on my stomach, ass up, heart racing with anticipation.
He yanks my pants down, exposing me, then positions himself behind. His cock presses against my entrance, slick from my mouth, and he thrusts in hard, filling me in one brutal stroke.
I cry out. The mattress muffles the sound as he starts pounding into me.
Each slam drives me deeper into the bed, his body covering mine like a claim.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he rasps, hand fisting my hair to arch my back. The angle hits deep, sparking pleasure that borders on pain, and I push back, begging for more.
“Please, Nico,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Come inside me. Put another baby in me. I need it, need you to fill me up.”
For one who’s just heard, “Tell no one he’s mine,” my words are irrational, but I’m way past common sense. Anything to continue to have him inside of me. I’ve missed this. All of it. Right now, the want consumes me.
He groans, thrusts turning savage, his free hand gripping my hip.
“I'll fill you as many times as you want, Izzy,” he promises, breath hot on my neck. “This time, I want to watch your belly swell with my baby. See you round and full of me.”
To quiet my moans, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I bite them hard, the metallic tang mixing with my submission, muffling my cries as he rails me. His cock drags against my walls, building that coil tighter and tighter.
“Come on my cock,” he demands, voice edged with his own strain. “Milk me dry, show me how much you've missed this.”
The words tip me over. My pussy clenches around him as orgasm rips through me, waves of heat and release.
He follows seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside, hot pulses flooding me.
We collapse together, his weight pinning me, breaths syncing in the afterglow. Seven years fade into this moment. Into the one truth I hven’t been able to bury.
I'm his.
I always was.