Chapter Eleven #3
He licked into her mouth with a groan. “That was the worst, Princesa. I’ll make it better and better every time.”
“I know.” She stretched as he drew a line of kisses down her throat, wondering if it would ever stop feeling so new, so fervent. If she’d ever have enough of him. “Hey Caio?”
“Yes, Nush?”
“Do you think we can be ambitious enough to try and make me come again?”
He laughed, just as she’d intended and Nush fell in love with him all over again.
He was hers, irrevocably, and the simple fact terrorized her as much as it made her want to fly.
Her laughter and her wanton request were as arousing as the tight clutch of her sex. It had taken everything Caio had and more to be gentle when her wet heat had begun swallowing him with the same greediness that Nush showed in her words.
Sex was all he’d ever known but with Nush, it was making love, as much as he wanted to deny it. In this, he yielded the fight with grace.
This woman he’d married for all the wrong reasons demanded to be made love to, so he did it. Showing her with his mouth and fingers and his kisses and caresses that she was already invaluable to him. Making love to her because it was the only thing he could give her.
Not for a second did he forget the utter disbelief and horror in her eyes when he’d told her about his intentions for his father’s company. If it could even be called that anymore.
But how could he stop now? How could he have any peace if he didn’t see this through? How he could start a new chapter of his life with Nush if he didn’t destroy the ugly pain and ache he’d stored up as if it were life-giving elixir?
If he didn’t burn it all down and start afresh—the humiliation he’d suffered at Carlos’s cruel taunts, the pain he’d suffered at his bullying son Enzo’s fists, the agony of knowing that his mother had no strength to defy the man she’d married in haste, not even to protect Caio, the shattering of his heart when he realized she’d simply cast him out to protect her other sons, the loneliness, the pain of being ripped from the only home he’d ever known, of losing his father’s legacy.
.. He had to burn all the pain and bitterness away.
Only then Nush could have what little was left of him fully, without those demons haunting him.
Without the need for revenge hollowing him out.
Only then could he break free and build a future she’d brought to shape.
She’d always known him as this hard shell of a man. She’d picked him, had chosen to tie her life with his, knowing this was all he could give her. She’d confessed her love for him, knowing he wouldn’t return it, he reminded himself.
No, his path was made.
It was only her easy declaration that had shaken him. That had planted all these doubts in his head.
“Caio?”
“Yes, querida?”
“Are you...is everything okay?”
He looked down and his heart ached at the picture she made.
Wide eyes that demanded all his secrets, wavy hair spread out behind her, silky skin sweat dampened, mouth glistening pink.
..she was his every fantasy come true. “Yes. It’s more than okay, Nush.
You, me, this... It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined. ”
She smiled then and it felt like basking in the warmth of a sun after a long, dark winter. “It doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Can you...? Can we...?” She gave an experimental thrust of her hips and fire rippled down his spine, pooling low.
He groaned, licked the drop of sweat dripping down the valley between her breasts.
Pushing away any other doubts that threatened to mar the sheer bliss of this moment for her and him, he kissed her gently.
Just a few more days and he would be...ready for this. Fully ready. Fully free.
Amassing all the patience and reverence and his experience, he applied himself to giving her the one thing she had asked of him.
Holding himself off her on one elbow, he plucked at the taut nipple calling for his attention. He licked it, before sucking into his mouth and beneath him, Nush trembled, arching off the bed into him. Demanding more.
More, more and more, even as if he gave her everything.
Even as she clung to his neck with one arm, she sent her other hand on a quest of his body. Fingers like butterfly wings explored his neck, his pecs, his abdomen, and Cristo, where they were joined even.
The woman was analytical and there was no stopping her curiosity.
A growl escaped his mouth as he felt her fingers flutter over his balls, traced over the root of his cock, following to the folds of her sex. “Touch your clit, Nush.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered cheekily and drew circles over her clit. Seeing her fingers move over that swollen flesh, Cristo, that was an image that would haunt him forever.
He pulled out, and thrust in, a deep heat gathering at the base of his spine.
Her own growl joined his. “I’m getting there, Caio. God, please push me off. Now.”
Lifting her hips off the bed, he thrust in and out at an angle, his own climax reaching and roaring for him.
“Oh...” she whispered, head thrown back as he hit her clit on the way in and out. “Caio, I feel it. I feel it here,” she said, touching the slit of her sex when he’d almost pulled out completely.
He grinned and their eyes met. “Collecting all the data, Princesa?”
“You know it.” Sweat-dampened brow, lush full lips, and chest covered in his stubble burn, she was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. “Now, harder. Caio. Please, faster.”
“Keep touching yourself,” he whispered and then his rhythm became something else.
It became madness. It became a hungry bellow from his chest. It became a hungry claiming like he’d never known before.
She got her wish, screaming out his name as she climaxed and her clenching muscles tipped Caio over.
He came with a hard burning rasp wrenched from his throat, heat invading every limb and muscle and leaving him shaken.
For a few seconds, he allowed himself the luxury of feeling her under him, burying his face in her neck and inhaling the scent their bodies coated the air with.
In his arms, she felt small, fragile and yet there was such power in her to. ..shatter him if she wished.
The thought made his chest cold and he moved to lift away from her.
Her hands on his shoulder, she stopped him. “We did it,” Nush whispered, eyes gleaming, and his heart thumped unsteadily in his chest.
Suddenly, his life without Nush in it didn’t bear thinking about.
Maybe this wasn’t something he’d imagined his life to play out, but he wasn’t foolish enough to reject a gift just because he hadn’t recognized it immediately for what it was.
But would her love for him last when he didn’t return it?
When it would always be marred by a shadow of disbelief and fear that she’d take it back?
Would she realize one day that he didn’t deserve it?