Chapter 24 A Forever Kind of Love #2
Celeste’s lips parted, her pulse thundering in her ears.
She didn’t hesitate. Her hands moved to the intricate clasps of her gown, peeling away the layers of silk and lace until it pooled at her feet.
The chill of the room licked over her bare skin, but the heat blazing in Nick’s gaze was all the warmth she needed.
“On your knees.” His voice was rough, jagged, and it made her heart lurch.
She sank to her knees, the rich carpet cushioning her descent. Her eyes lifted to meet his, defiant yet needy.
“Hands behind your back.”
Her arms moved before she could even process the command, wrists clasped together at the small of her back. Her breathing quickened, her core already throbbing with anticipation.
Nick’s fingers trailed down her jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. “Look at you. My perfect little princess bride, already aching for me.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Always.”
His smirk was pure sin. He circled her slowly, his presence a magnetic force she couldn’t tear herself away from. “You want to be consumed, don’t you, Celeste? You want me to break you down and put you back together again.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I need you to take me, Nick. All of me.”
He growled low in his throat. “Good. Because tonight’s the night, and I’m not holding back.”
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a length of black silk. The material was cool and soft as he looped it around her wrists, tying her hands together with the kind of expertise that had her mouth going dry.
“Too tight?” he asked, his tone calm but his eyes blazing.
“Perfect,” she breathed.
He nodded, his approval evident as he stepped back, his gaze devouring her. “Crawl to the bed.”
She moved on instinct, her body thrumming with need as she made her way to the massive bed draped in sheets so decadent they felt like clouds beneath her knees. The vulnerability of her position only heightened her arousal, her thighs clenching as the ache between them grew unbearable.
Nick’s clothes hit the floor with a rustle of fabric, his powerful body a work of art in the dim glow of the city lights. When he approached, his hands gripped her shoulders, guiding her onto the bed with an authority that made her entire body thrum.
He pressed her down, her cheek sinking into the pillow, her hands still bound behind her back. His weight settled over her, his chest pressed against her back, his hot breath at her ear.
“You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, the word a plea and a promise. “Please, Nick. Make me yours.”
His fingers trailed down her spine, slow and deliberate. “You’ve always been mine, Celeste. You just needed me to show you how much.”
His mouth was on her then, his lips scorching against her neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin until she writhed beneath him. His hands roamed over her body, caressing, kneading, claiming.
And then, without warning, his palm smacked against her ass, the sharp, stinging sensation making her cry out. The pain was exquisite, the pleasure so intense it made her dizzy.
“Again,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”
He growled, the sound vibrating against her skin. “You want it rough? You’ll get it rough.”
His hand came down again, and again, the heat blooming over her skin until it bordered on agony. And she craved every second of it.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with possession. “Completely at my mercy. And you love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body arching into his touch. “I love it. I love you.”
“Damn right.” His mouth crashed against hers, their kiss a brutal clash of tongues and teeth, raw and consuming. He kissed her like he owned her—because he did.
Nick flipped her over, her wrists still bound, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His eyes trailed over her exposed body, his hunger blatantly obvious.
He slid down her body, his mouth finding her breast, his teeth scraping against her hardened nipples before soothing them with his tongue. The sensation ripped a moan from her throat, her hips bucking beneath him.
But he didn’t stop. His mouth continued its brutal worship, his hands leaving bruises of pleasure along her thighs, her hips, everywhere he could reach.
“Nick, please,” she gasped. “I can’t—”
“You can.” His fingers slipped between her thighs, his touch merciless. “And you will.”
The climax tore through her like a wildfire, her cries echoing through the suite. But Nick wasn’t done. Not even close.
He freed her wrists, only to grab her hands and pin them above her head, his body settling between her thighs. “Spread your legs wider. Let me see how much you need me.”
She obeyed, her body shaking, her pulse thundering.
And then he took her with his swollen cock. Hard. Unrelenting. Claiming her over and over until her name was a broken prayer on his lips, her body his to use, to worship, to devour.
The world fell away, leaving only the two of them tangled in sheets and shadows, their bodies crashing together with a violence that spoke of need, want and love all at once.
When the storm finally settled, when their bodies lay entwined in the aftermath, Nick’s hand stroked over her hair, his voice a low, rough whisper. “You’re mine, Celeste. And I’m yours.”
“Mmm, I love it when you sweettalk me.”.”
Nick’s mouth found hers again, this time slow and lingering, a kiss that held a thousand unspoken promises. Because tonight wasn’t just about possession. It was about forever.
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The next morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Celeste stirred, her body deliciously sore from the night before. Nick’s hand rested over her stomach, his touch warm and protective.
“I meant every word,” he murmured against her hair. “I’m all in, Celeste. Forever.”
Her heart swelled, her smile stretching wide. “Good. Because there’s no one else I’d rather fight for. Or love.”
Nick’s lips found hers, soft and reverent. “And I’ll keep proving it to you. Every single day.”
She laughed softly, the sound full of hope. “Then let’s get to work. We’ve got a future to build.”
Nick’s eyes gleamed, his smile pure, unfiltered joy. “Damn right, princess. And it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.”
They share a final, searing kiss, their bodies pressed together, their love burning brighter than ever.
Everything has led to this moment.
And nothing would ever tear them apart.