Chapter 28
Zora
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, Nico’s mouth crashes against mine with raw hunger. He pushes me back hard against the wall of my suite, his strong body pressing flush into me.
The kiss is not gentle. It is desperate, almost violent, like he has been fighting this need for far too long and has finally lost the battle.
My mind spins with a thousand warnings. Yet my body completely surrenders. I kiss him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting tightly in his shirt as waves of heat flood through every inch of me.
I manage to pull my mouth away just enough to gasp. "You are so fucking infuriating."
Nico growls low in his throat and bites my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. "And you talk too much."
Before I can snap back, he grabs both of my wrists with one strong hand and pins them high above my head against the wall. His other hand slides slowly down my side, gripping my waist possessively, fingers digging into my skin like he is claiming me.
"Look at you, Elf. So goddamn submissive right now after all that sharp tongue and attitude you give me every single day."
I try to pull my wrists free, twisting against his hold, but he holds them firmly in place. Anger and desperate need twist together inside my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"I hate how much I want this." I admit breathlessly. My voice shakes with frustration and unwanted desire.
He laughs darkly against my neck, the sound vibrating through me. Then he bites down hard on the sensitive skin just below my ear, hard enough to make me moan loudly.
"Good. I want you to hate it and still beg for it."
His free hand moves lower, sliding under the hem of my dress and pushing the fabric up around my hips. His fingers brush over my panties, and he lets out a deep groan when he feels how soaked the lace already is.
"Fuck, you are dripping for me. This tight little pussy is aching, isn’t it?"
I whimper as he presses two fingers firmly against my clit through the thin fabric, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make my knees go weak. The pleasure is immediate and intense.
"Nico… stop teasing."
But he doesn’t stop. He pulls my panties aside roughly and sinks two thick fingers deep inside me without any warning. I cry out sharply, my head falling back against the wall with a soft thud. The sudden fullness makes my walls clench around his fingers.
"That is not what you really want." He murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, deliberately. "You want me to wreck you. You want to feel how badly I need to be inside this perfect cunt."
He curls his fingers upward and hits that sensitive spot inside me perfectly.
Stars explode behind my eyes. I rock my hips against his hand despite hating how easily my body responds to him.
He keeps me pinned there, completely at his mercy, and the feeling of being dominated sends another rush of heat straight to my core.
"Please." I finally gasp. The word slips out before I can stop it. I hate myself for sounding so needy.
Nico’s eyes darken with clear satisfaction. "There she is. My beautiful Elf, begging so sweetly."
He releases my wrists only long enough to strip my dress off in one rough motion, followed quickly by my bra. The cool air of the suite hits my bare skin, making my nipples harden.
His mouth descends on my breasts immediately. He sucks one nipple hard into his mouth while his fingers continue fucking me with deep, steady strokes. He bites down gently on the sensitive peak, then soothes the sting with his tongue, driving me higher and higher with every movement.
I am trembling uncontrollably when he finally pulls his fingers out of me. He brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
"You taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy for hours, but right now I need to be inside you."
He unbuttons his trousers and frees his cock. It is thick and hard, the head already glistening with precum. I reach for it instinctively, wanting to touch him, but he grabs my wrist again and pins it back above my head.
"Not yet." He says, voice rough with need. "You are going to take every inch like the needy girl you are."
He lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance. He pauses there, teasing me by rubbing himself against my slick folds.
"Look at me, Zora." He orders.
I meet his intense gaze, my breathing ragged and uneven.
"Who are you this wet for?" He asks, voice low and commanding.
I glare at him even as my body throbs with need. "You." I whisper angrily. "I hate it. I hate you for doing this to me."
Nico thrusts forward in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep inside me. I cry out at the intense stretch, my walls clenching tightly around his thick cock. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a hint of pain that somehow makes everything sharper.
"Fuck." He groans against my ear.
He starts moving with deep, steady strokes, pulling out almost completely before driving back in. "So tight and perfect." He grips my thigh harder.
I moan, my head falling back against the wall again. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing through my body. "It feels too good. But I shouldn’t want you this much. I shouldn’t need you like this."
He fucks me harder against the wall, his hips snapping forward with more force. "Then why are you wrapping your other leg around me like you’ll die if I stop?"
He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot inside me again and again. "Answer me, Zora. Why are you taking my cock so well?"
"Because I can’t help it!" I snap, half angry, half desperate. My nails dig into his shoulder. "Harder, Nico. Please, just give me more."
He gives me exactly what I ask for, pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes. One hand slips between our bodies and rubs tight, fast circles on my clit. The combined sensation is almost too much.
"You’re going to come for me." He orders, voice rough. "Right now. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock."
I shatter hard, crying out his name as the orgasm crashes through me like a wave. My whole body shakes violently, my walls pulsing around him. But he does not slow down. He keeps thrusting through every wave, drawing out my pleasure until I am gasping and trembling.
"Look at me." He demands, refusing to let my gaze drift away. "Tell me who you belong to right now."
I am trembling, overstimulated, and emotional. Tears slip down my cheeks. "You." I gasp. "Right now I’m yours."
Nico’s control finally starts to break. His thrusts become rougher and deeper. "That’s my girl."
He kisses me fiercely, almost bruisingly. "I was supposed to destroy you. Now I can’t stop wanting you."
I wrap both legs tightly around him, pulling him as deep as possible. "Then ruin me." I whisper against his mouth. "Make me forget everything else."
He growls and rubs my clit faster. And I come a second time, even harder than before, sobbing with pleasure as I cling to him desperately.
Nico follows right after, burying himself as deep as he can go and coming with a low, guttural groan. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with hot spurts of cum.
We stay locked together against the wall, breathing hard. Nico rests his forehead against mine, still buried deep inside me. Our bodies are slick with sweat.
"This changes nothing… and everything." He says quietly. "Doesn’t it?"
I close my eyes, my heart still racing wildly. Anger, pleasure, and deep confusion swirl inside me. "Yeah… it does."
Nico finally pulls out of me slowly. I wince slightly at the empty feeling, but before I can move, he lifts me into his arms again and carries me across the room to the large bed. He lays me down gently on the soft sheets and climbs in beside me.
I try to sit up, but he presses me back down. "I’m not done with you yet, Elf."
I glare at him, chest still heaving. "You’re exhausting. And arrogant."
He smirks and kisses down my neck slowly. "And you’re still angry."
His mouth moves lower, sucking on one nipple, then the other, taking his time. "Tell me you don’t want my mouth on you."
I bite my lip hard, fighting the fresh wave of arousal. "I..."
"You do." He says. Then he looks up at me, eyes dark with hunger. "Be honest. Do you want me to eat your pussy until you can’t think straight?"
"Yes." I admit angrily.
Nico moves lower without another word. He spreads my legs wide apart and settles between them. He licks a long, slow stripe up my soaked folds, tasting both of us. I moan loudly, my hips jerking up. He holds me down firmly with strong hands on my thighs.
"Fuck, you taste even better like this." He groans. "So wet and messy. You like being full of my cum, don’t you?"
I thread my fingers through his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. "I hate how good you are at this." I gasp.
He chuckles against me and slides two fingers back inside while sucking hard on my clit. The combination makes my thighs shake uncontrollably. "Then come on my tongue like a good girl. Let me hear how much you need this."
It does not take long. Pleasure builds fast and intense. I come hard on his mouth, crying out his name as my body arches off the bed. Nico keeps licking me gently through the aftershocks, soothing me until I am a trembling, oversensitive mess.
He crawls back up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
"You’re so fucking pretty when you come." He whispers against my lips.
I am still trying to catch my breath when I feel his cock, hard again, pressing against my thigh. I reach down and stroke him slowly, feeling him twitch in my hand. "Ready again?"
"Because of you." He groans.
He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. "Ride me, Zora. I want to watch you take what you need."
I straddle his hips, hesitating for just a second. The anger is still there, simmering under the surface, but the need is stronger. I position myself over him and slowly sink down onto his thick cock, moaning as he stretches me again.
"That’s it." He says, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "Look at me while you fuck yourself on my cock. Who does this pussy belong to?"
I start moving, rolling my hips in slow circles at first. "You." I breathe, trying to keep some control. "Don’t get cocky about it."
He thrusts up to meet me, making me gasp sharply. "Then ride me harder."
I plant my hands on his chest for balance and begin riding him faster. My breasts bounce with every movement. Nico watches me with dark, hungry eyes. One of his hands moves up to pinch and tug at my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"You feel so deep like this." I moan, my head falling back.
"Yeah?" He suddenly sits up, wrapping his arms around me so we are face to face, chest to chest. "Tell me how it feels. Be honest."
"Full." I gasp. "So full. I love having you inside me."
He kisses me messily while guiding my hips, thrusting up into me. The new angle hits everything perfectly. "Come for me, baby." He orders.
The pleasure builds quickly. And I come hard, shaking in his arms and moaning into his mouth. Nico flips us over smoothly, pressing me into the mattress. He thrusts deep and fast, chasing his own release while kissing me fiercely.
"Look at me." He says. "Tell me you’re mine."
"I’m yours." I whisper, tears of overwhelming pleasure in my eyes.
He groans loudly and comes deep inside me again, holding me tightly as he pulses and fills me once more.
We collapse together, sweaty and completely exhausted. But I force myself to sit up, every muscle protesting the movement as reality slowly settles back over us.
The room is quiet now, our breathing finally beginning to steady, but the silence feels different.
"We have to get back." I say softly.
Nico watches me for a long moment before giving a reluctant nod. Neither of us moves immediately. It's as though stepping out of this room means admitting that whatever happened between us can no longer be undone.
We dress in silence. I smooth the fabric of my dress with hands that still aren't entirely steady while Nico retrieves his clothes from the floor, buttoning his shirt.
He slips on his jacket, straightens the cuffs, and adjusts them almost absently before running a hand through his hair.
By the time he looks up, the composed man the rest of the world knows has almost returned.
The mirror across the room catches my reflection. My lipstick is gone, my hair is hopelessly tangled, and the flush across my cheeks makes it painfully obvious why I've disappeared for so long.
I let out a quiet groan. "They're going to be looking for me."
"They already are."
I glance toward him, unable to hide my exasperated smile. "Aurelia's going to murder me for disappearing from her wedding."
"And Keith?"
I laugh under my breath. "I'd rather survive another plane crash than explain this to my brother."
The smile that tugs at Nico's mouth disappears almost as quickly as it comes. He steps closer, reaching up to gently brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear before his hand falls away again.
"We should go."