Mine. Fucking mine!
I don’t want to stop anymore. I can’t. My hands are everywhere, running over her body, touching her narrow waist and slipping under her sleep shirt to touch her breasts. She moans into the kiss and arches into my hand when I pinch her pebbled nipples between my fingers and tug gently.
Nico.
I deepen the kiss until I can’t tell where she starts or where I end, sucking on her tongue greedily, tasting the wine we shared at dinner, and it makes me dizzy. Drunk. Intoxicated. Tasting her feeds parts of me I hadn’t known were starved, and I realize in this moment that I would risk the Rossis’ wrath for even just one night with Gabriella.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe when we break apart for air. I push back to look into her gorgeous brown eyes, those warm, inviting depths. “You have no idea what you do to me, Gabby.” I lean down and brush my lips hungrily over hers before dragging them along her jaw.
“One look is enough to send me to my knees.” I trace circles over her nipples as I lick down her throat, groaning when her hands slide into my hair and fist it, pulling me closer. “A single touch from you is enough to make me forget just how wrong it is for a man like me to touch you,” I rasp into her skin, kissing down her throat before pushing up to look into her eyes again. I cradle her cheek and press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling hotly between us. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Gabriella. Just how much power you wield in these hands of yours.”
Her breath shudders at my words. “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?”
I’m not entirely sure myself, so I say the first thing that comes to my mind. “If this is a dream, then let’s make it worthwhile.” I seal our mouths together, sliding a hand to her thighs and rocking my cock against her. I taste the need on her tongue, hear the little sounds she makes, and feel how her fucking glorious her fingers feel tugging at my hair, pulling me deeper into her with nearly as much desperation as what’s boiling in my veins.
Mine.
“Nico!” she whimpers when the hand on her thigh slides to her ass, kneading her right cheek as I pour years into the kiss. Every sweep of our lips making up for the years I buried my desire for her, convinced myself I didn’t want her because of what she was to my family.
But she’s mine now.
And tonight, I’ll show her.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her body, pushing her sleep shirt up as I move. My nostrils flare with need when I finally see her full, perfect tits, nipples peaked with need. I’m helpless to do anything but kiss them. Her back arches off the bed when I lick the stiff peaks, groaning at the soft velvety warmth of her. The scent of her. Everything about Gabriella Rossi is perfect, and I’m wild with the need to have all of her. I wrap my lips around her left nipple in a long pull, making her cry out and causing the fingers in my hair to tighten.
“Nico!” she sobs as I suck greedily on her nipple until it’s swollen and sensitive, rolling my tongue until she’s bucking against me. I lift my eyes to hers as I kiss the valley between her breasts, taking in her flushed face and those heavy, hooded eyes.
Christ, she looks so goddamned sexy, and when I turn my attention to her other nipple, drawing it between my lips, her mouth parts in a sob, and her eyes cloud with pleasure.
I release her nipple with a soft pop, keeping my eyes on hers as I trace my tongue down her stomach, feeling her body tremble as I move. I nuzzle her center, groaning when I catch her arousal, the sweet, tangy heat of her making my cock throb harder. Those wide eyes snap open when I kiss the flesh above her clit, the hand on my hair tugging me back before I can make another move.
“W-what are you doing?”
Something in the way she asks gives me pause. There is surprise and shyness in her voice, but there are also hints of innocence. Uncertainty. “I’m going to taste you, lick your wet pussy, Gabriella,” I watch the flush on her cheeks deepen, and that only makes my brows rise higher.
“W-what? I mean…why? Um, I…well…”
There is a long beat of silence as I stare at her, trying to read all the emotions crossing her face. This is a first for her—which slams into me like a punch to the chest. Of course it is. I know how close the family keeps her, how there has never been a boyfriend, how carefully she’s been watched her whole life. My heart races as I realize the Gabriella is untouched
“Gabby,” I squeeze her hip even as these thoughts circle my mind. “It’s okay if you’re a virgin.”
If possible, the red in her cheeks deepens, and even before she can say anything, I see the truth in her eyes.
Fuck!
This changes everything. How can I let go of her now? How the fuck can I touch her and then let her go? I wasn’t going to let it happen before, but now, I am definitely never letting another man touch her, taste her, or slide into her wet heat.
“Let me take care of you, princess,” I rasp, holding her gaze as I lean down to catch the waistband of her panties between my teeth before slowly tugging them down her hips. I groan as her scent grows heady, and my eyes want to fall shut and just savor her. But I’m too hungry for a taste of her. I use my hands to strip her panties away. Every inch of my body hums when I finally press my face against her, nuzzling her soft, drenched folds and breathing her in like a man who’s been drowning—and she is every breath I need to live. Fuck, she’s soaked, getting wetter by the second and I can’t fucking wait anymore.
Her hips lift with a sob when I press my tongue into her slick heat, needing to feel her on my tongue, and absolutely nothing could have prepared me for her taste. The sweetness of her arousal floods my tongue, shattering the little control I was clinging to. My cock jerks in my boxers, leaking pre-cum as Irock against the mattress to take the edge off. I push in for more of her intoxicating taste, lapping greedily at her creamy flesh, making her writhe helplessly on the bed.
More.
The word pulses in my head as I pull her thigh up to my shoulder and swipe my tongue hungrily over her warm and slippery flesh.
“Oh God!” she cries out, her back bowing and fingers tugging hard at my hair, all of shyness gone as she rolls her hips into my tongue. A rough tremor moves through her entire body when I flick my tongue over her clit. She sobs, thrashing on the bed when I circle the bud, teasing it relentlessly, her hips lifting off the bed. “Nico…oh God!”
I press my tongue flat over her pussy and drag it along her seam, fingers tightening on her hip when she begins to buck, and her sobs grow louder. She’s close. I feel it in the way her pussy trembles against my tongue and how her tits tremble with every heaved breath. And my name on my lips is a chant…a prayer.