Chapter 40
Nicolas watched Emily. He’d been smirking at the reaction she had of her cousin hitting on him. It was obvious she was jealous though she tried to conceal it.
He tugged at her arm as she made it past the living room. “Are you upset?”
“About what?” She feigned ignorance.
“Your cousin. The redhead. Are you upset about her hitting on me?”
“Oh, did she?”
He grinned. “Come on, Em, I know you overheard what she said.”
She didn’t respond.
“Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me it all. I want the good, the bad and the dirty when it comes to you.” His eyes leveled hers. “Are. You. Upset?”
Emily licked her lips. “You really want to know?”
He cocked a brow at her. If his stare could travel beneath her skin because of its mere intensity, it would have. He wished it could have.
She blew out a shaky breath and that was when everything poured out. “Ok, fine,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m fucking livid, Nicolas. Are you happy? Does hearing that I’m so pissed off about my cousin trying to get with you do something for you?”
His heart thumped hard at hearing her curse. God, it was so fucking sexy. Who knew his angel had a dirty mouth?
“It does,” Nicolas admitted, the words being enough to make her eyes widen a fraction.
Her head shook from side to side in disbelief. “God, you’re annoying.”
“But not in the way you think,” he clarified quickly.
“I like when you’re honest with me, Em. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.
I won’t ask you to change anything about yourself like others have done.
Or to be someone I want you to be. All I ask for is your honesty.
So, yes, it does something…means something. ”
Her brows pinched together.
He swiftly pulled her to the couch and into his lap in two clumsy movements. She yelped and braced her hands on his shoulders for support. His eyes were smoldering, making her breath hitch. “She’s nothing compared to you.”
Her face still held a frown. It faded when he brought her hand up to his lips and started peppering kisses to her knuckles.
“You have every right to be upset after what she did because I belong to you.” She gasped when he slipped her index finger inside his mouth. “But are you going to spend the night sulking over this, or are you going to do something to alleviate this anger of yours?”
The invitation hung in the air.
“By that you mean…”
“Ride me.”
He saw her mouth part in surprise. He fought the image of him filling it again.
“W-What?”
Nicolas leaned back, making her legs dangle on both sides of him on the couch.
He saw it: her face and the tips of her ears slowly turning red. Her head bent in shyness.
My sweet Emily.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…” Nicolas started giving the speech of the gentleman he really didn’t want to be.
But she didn’t deserve anything less.
Emily saved him the torture. “I want to.”
His palms rested on her exposed thighs, squeezing lightly. He’d suggested she not wear a dress because of the cold, but now he was glad she hadn’t listened.
“Then take what’s yours, baby.”
Her eyes heated with desire.
Fuck.
When she finally reached out, he was quick to help. He put her hands on his shoulders. She paused at the feeling of his length at her core. He couldn’t help a smile from blooming.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she reprimanded breathlessly.
“Why? Does it excite you?”
Emily glared at him for using her own words against her. Shifting her weight, she smiled at his sharp intake of breath, contented by her effect on him.
God, she has no idea…
His hands slid to her waist. She started moving once he nodded reassuringly at her.
Emily’s whimpers quickly filled the space. She was grinding harder against him. He noticed the way her eyes drank him in, from his lips to the way his hair fell against his forehead.
She grabbed the strands at his nape, picking up speed. He groaned, feeling like he’d come any second.
This woman is lethal, but God help me, I’d die smiling.
Her grip tightened when his tongue licked the span of her neck. “Like I said earlier, I belong to you. I’m yours. Since I’m yours, you get to take what you want. Get off on me until you’re convinced. Until you’re satisfied.” She whined as his hands prompted her faster against him. “You like that?”
Nodding eagerly, Emily pulled back, staring down at him. She looked like the best thing he’d ever laid eyes on, all misty-eyed.
“Do you like that you’ve gotten me all to yourself now?
Away from that cousin of yours? I bet she wishes she could be on top of me like you are right now.
” Nicolas bit down on her collarbone, fingers sliding between her legs.
He pressed against the underwear beneath her dress, gently stroking over that area.
She trembled.
“You love that she won’t be able to do this, right?
That she won’t be able to feel how great you’re feeling right now?
To have me in the way that you do: mind, body, and soul.
To fuck with me like no other woman has ever done before and how none ever will in the future.
The way that I’m inarguably yours and only yours. That excites you, doesn’t it?”
When his finger entered her, she gasped, arching up to allow him better access. Nicolas had to take a deep breath to not lose control at how fucking tight she was. Her pussy practically clamped down on the single digit. Said finger slid in and out as his thumb brushed her clit.
She continued riding. Fuck…
He slipped another finger inside her and they became instruments. They played and played, and played, him wishing it was his cock in their place.
Emily whined at the sudden loss when he pulled away. He flipped her over, her back against the furniture, seating her upright.
He dropped to his knees before the couch.
“Spread your legs, wife,” he commanded.
A blazing aura surrounded them as she licked her lips and slowly parted her legs to either side.
Nicolas kissed the inside of her thigh. “That’s my good girl.”
There was a little tremor of response, which had him smirking. Responsive as always. He really fucking adored that about her, among many other things.
His fingers slid beneath her panties before dragging them down her legs.
He hiked up her dress. He sat back, openly staring at her half-naked body.
“I’ve never gone on my knees for anyone before,” he professed, lowering his face to rub against her thigh, “but it’s like you were meant to be worshiped.
Fucking hell, look at you. So wet. And your scent.
I want it to fill my lungs and never leave. It would be the perfect way to go.”
If he thought she’d been blushing before, now she was scarlet red.
“C-can you be quiet for a moment?”
“No, absolutely not. I have to talk about you like the goddess you are. Your body makes me want to be religious, baby. I’d pray to it every fucking day.”
“Oh God,” Emily groaned.
He reveled in it. The way she was coming apart. If amorous words were what Emily liked, then he’d be fucking Shakespeare.
“Please,” she begged. “Everything’s so intense. If you could close your mouth for one second, I bet I’d be able to breathe by then.”
Much to her frustration, those words had the opposite effect.
“Do my words make you feel that good, baby?” Her stomach clenched as he continued whispering sweetest professions. “You’re so beautiful it should be a crime.”
“Nicolas—”
“Mi fa venire voglia di leccare ogni parte del tuo corpo.”
Her legs pressed together. Nicolas wondered if she understood what he’d said.
Or at least some of it. He didn’t know the extent of Emily’s Italian comprehension, not because he didn’t care, but because it had never been a barrier between them, they spoke in English.
Still, he loved the way her eyes sparkled with a hint of understanding whenever he spoke to his family on the phone.
Or when she watched those old, overdramatic movies with no subtitles.
Now, more than ever, he hoped she grasped the bottom line of his desire. His need. The suspense of it all got his cock painfully hard and Nicolas realized now why the bigger part of him didn’t want to know.
He buried his face in her core, licking, teasing, and making the most of everything she had to offer him. She tasted sweeter than he’d imagined. So fucking good he almost came in his pants. He was mad at himself for not doing this last time.
He breathed in her scent through his nose, wishing it could stay within him.
Emily was looking for some way to get a grip as he ate her like she was his last meal on this earth.
The sounds he made were lewd. Suck. Slurp. Lick. Her cries came out louder than before, reverberating from her chest, stomach and all the way into his mouth. He wasted no time hitting the most sensitive spots, thriving on the reactions she gave.
“God, right there. Please, Nico. I—”
Her lower body started moving against his face. Her thighs were shaking. He thought about denying her that pleasure for a moment, but when her eyes glossed over, she was long gone.
With a satisfied moan, Emily came undone.
Her hips stuttered but he pinned them against the couch, allowing himself to finish his work.
His art. Because every bit of the way she came apart was for him.
Her moans were for him. Her tremors were for him.
And most of all, the name she cried out was his.
His and his only.
A groan left Emily when she finally slumped against the furniture. “Oh God, I cried again.”
Nicolas wiped at the corners of her eyes, grinning at her silly state. He found himself in a trance as she reveled in her high. It was the most carefree he’d ever seen her. But he had other goals to meet.
Nicolas’s back met the couch as he dragged her down to sit on his lap. “Don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” Her eyes widened in fear and anticipation. “What, are you scared of me already?”