Chapter 11 Nicolas
NICOLAS
She was a vixen.
A dark angel.
And all fucking mine.
My entire body was so close to snapping that I had no idea what I was doing, but hearing that permission–hearing those sweet words rolling over her lips–had me moving without even being aware of it.
I was desperate for her.
Desperate for release.
Desperate for something I couldn’t even name anymore.
Her back pressed against the wall, caged between my body and the surface, and as her legs wrapped around my waist, I didn't bother being gentle. I didn't bother taking off her clothes slowly.
My fingers bunched around the material of the boxers I’d given her, tearing them apart, revealing her bare pussy to me.
She was drenched, as desperate for me as I was for her, and I couldn't fucking wait to sink into her heat.
Her nails dragged over my shoulders, no doubt leaving red marks and I couldn't give a flying fuck even if she cut me.
I wanted her, needed her and I'd be damned if I ever let her go.
My lips pressed against hers as I hitched her leg higher around my waist and took my cock in my hand, aligning it with her opening.
And I pushed.
I had no idea where she started and where I ended, both of us moaning as her pussy squeezed the fucking life out of me, making me see stars. I’d promised her she would come first, but I was terrified I would break my promise.
The tingles had already started at the bottom of my spine, the edging she did driving me insane with need, and without waiting for either of us to adjust to the sensations, I pulled back and pushed in again.
The back of her head hit against the wall, her neck exposed, and as my hips pistoned, my teeth found their home at the bottom of her neck, marking her as mine.
Only fucking mine.
The walls of her pussy spasmed again, and as my fingers found the little bundle of nerves nestled between her lips, just above where my cock was entering her, she started shaking.
"Nico," her broken moan was music to my ears. The salve for the wounds I didn't even know I had, and like a man possessed, I increased my pace, bringing us both to the edge of insanity.
Her nails raked over my back, through my hair, potentially even breaking skin in some places, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted her wild. I wanted her fucking desperate for me.
"Fuck, baby," I groaned as my balls pulled up, warning me. "Please tell me you're close. Please, please—"
"I'm close," she breathed out, wrapping her arms around my neck. "God, yes! That's it. That's the—Fuuuuck!"
Her hips swiveled, meeting me thrust for thrust, and just when I knew she was about to erupt, I fucked her harder.
Faster.
Fucking needier.
God, I needed her more than the air I needed to breathe.
I needed her more than this wretched empire that was left in my hands.
I didn't want this to end. I didn't want this night to end because I was terrified she would run from me. She would see the monster hiding behind the perfectly curated mask and decide I wasn't worth it.
"Tell me you're mine," I growled, wrapping my fist around her hair.. "Tell me you're only mine, bella."
"I'm yours... Fuck! I'm only yours, Nico."
My other hand found her clit, stroking it, playing her just as she played me earlier. Her lips split open as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She erupted like Mount Vesuvius, her entire body shaking in my arms as I continued fucking her. The muscles inside her pussy squeezed hard, and I was too fucking gone to stop myself from rutting inside her as my own orgasm slammed into me with a vengeance.
It was almost painful.
Fucking otherworldly.
My vision blacked out for a second, and when I came back to my senses, I had no idea how I stopped myself from dropping to the floor with her in my arms. My legs shook from the force of my orgasm, completely spent after what we’d done.
Ajla buried her face into the crook of my neck, her body shaking. She looked up at me with the biggest smile on her face, like an angel sent to save my soul, and I wasn't sure if I was strong enough to ever even think of letting her go.
I would do anything just to keep her looking at me like this.
"Can we do this again?" she asked, her cheeks flushed.
My hands pushed underneath her ass as I walked us both toward the bed, depositing her gently on top. I took off the condom filled with my cum and dropped it into the trashcan next to the bed, then crawled on top of the duvet after her, covering her body.
Her dark hair spilled over my white pillows, a pure contrast to the bleak existence I'd had before I met her. I didn't even know what I was missing until she crashed into my life, and I didn't want to spend another day living without her.
"If you thought that was it, you're sadly mistaken, amore," I murmured, pushing back a few loose strands from her face. "Because this is just the beginning."