Chapter 40 #2
She rolled her eyes at the challenge. That was more like her. Always wanting to prove him otherwise.
“Let me guess. Does my husband want me to make him come?” Her legs parted on both sides of him, her knees brushing against the carpeted floor. Her hips were on the move again before he could answer.
Jesus fucking…
A groan came from the deepest part of his soul, knowing this could be the end of him. She was going to kill him but—
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Her movements became faster, eyes narrowing with spite. He loved it. As if she could tell, her lips molded against his fiercely in retaliation. His mouth opened, swiping at her tongue, as he lost his mind.
“You’re so annoying,” she breathed after in the junction of his neck, causing him to shiver. This time her tone was affectionate, and Nicolas tucked the sound of it deep inside, something he’d keep forever.
His hands pulled her dress over her head.
Now her entire body was on display. His jaw clenched.
He was trying to keep it together. The urge to take her had grown more irresistible these days.
He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her skin, offer kisses to each spot that would flush under his mouth.
Not yet.
Nicolas was blown away by the fact that she had neglected to wear a bra under said dress. How he managed to miss that was a shame on him. Her small nipples were aroused. She mewled when he hungrily grasped both breasts in his hands and engulfed them within his mouth. I’ve missed this…
He encouraged her to move against the bulge she sat on. Emily, compliant as ever, did so, back arching as he devoured her mounds. She became more needy, more driven.
She was coming again. He could tell.
He pinched her nipples making her jolt. Her jaw slackened as she hit her climax.
“Yes, baby, come for me.” He swallowed her breaths, whispering, “I want you to stain my pants. Make a goddamn mess. You deserve it. You—” His words got punctured by reaching his high. Shaking, gasping, holding onto her like she was his lifeline, and she might as well have been.
Once the tremors ceased, he exhaled at the sudden realization. He’d come in his pants. Said pants he’d told her to ruin. Now they both had.
He dragged his hand down the valley between her breasts. Holding her lazy gaze, he continued down, feeling her muscles flex under his warm touch.
“Nicolas, I can’t—”
“You can.”
With their gazes fixated on each other, Nicolas applied pressure. Her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh God.”
“He can’t help you this time,” he growled. “Beg me instead. Beg me to have mercy on you. To make you float between the heavens and the earth.”
“Nico, please.”
That nickname. And that “please”. It was her second one for the night and it sure hit harder than the first. His fingers rubbed against her quicker. He memorized every shape her face made, how tension gave way to a soft surrender. She collapsed against him, a wanton sigh leaving her lips.
Oh, she was perfect. Simply too perfect for him. Just by the feeling of her breath blowing against his neck, Nicolas could come again.
His arms wrapped around her tiny waist. “I just came from merely dry humping.”
She only hummed against the skin of his neck. “Mm-hmm.”
“That hasn’t happened in years.”
She leaned back to look at him. “Really?” she asked, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
He pulled it out. That was only begging to have her thrown down and fucked into oblivion.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
She seemed pleased by that, eyes twinkling.
He was hard again.
Taking her hand which fit perfectly in his, he regarded her. “You really like the idea of me being yours, don’t you?”
She chewed on the inside of her mouth, but confidence overtook her embarrassment, her fingers curling into his collar as she pulled him closer.
His breath hitched.
“That’s because you are mine.” Her voice carried a calm certainty. “You’ve been mine since the day we signed that contract, Nicolas. Not anyone else’s to admire. Not theirs to touch. Mine. Every inch of you.”
His soul was enlightened by her confession.
From the way her eyes held his, unyielding in their emotions, they spoke volumes on how she wanted him wholeheartedly.
How she she’d fallen for him. Because whether Emily knew it or not, she was in that deep.
And so was he.
Nicolas’s heart had fallen helplessly and irreversibly for Emily. Her sweet compulsion on him had him locked in from day one. He’d tried to outrun it. Tried to deny it. But failed.
She didn’t ask for permission. Not when she’d stumbled out of that hotel closet when he was twenty-one, nor when she asked him to marry him almost a decade later. She’d just walked right in and staged a hostile takeover of his heart.
Now, Emily weaved her way through the corners of his mind. She was the rhythm in his days, the light.
It wasn’t even up for debate.
Nicolas needed her: every version, every mood, every shade. If she decided being red-lipped and revenge-bound was her thing again, he’d be right there, helping her burn the world down. Hell, if she chose seclusion instead, he’d buy her a private island and guard that peace with his goddamn life.
Whatever she needed, he’d make it happen.
Because she was it for him. His partner. His wife. A new meaning given to his life. The one thing he’d beg the heavens to overlook. To just…for fucking once, allow him to have.
Lasciamela avere. Lasciami avere questo.
His gaze fluttered across her face before softly validating, “As you are mine.”