Fuck—there she goes, biting into her lip again. Doesn’t she know how crazy it drives me? “Nico—”
I press in and bite her bottom lip. “I can’t read your mind, baby.”
“Do I really have to say it out loud?” she asks, turning apple red.
“Yes. You have to tell me if you want something, princess,” I rasp, my lips moving down her neck, kissing her throat and groaning when she arches her back. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Sex,” she says in a gasping breath. “Are we doing it?”
“Do you want me to make love to you, Gabby?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and there’s something desperate in it that stops me in my tracks. I lean back to look at her. There’s desire in her eyes, and there’s something else—a kind of resolution that I find so fucking sexy.
“We can wait if you—”
“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she whispers, rocking closer. In doing so, she rubs against my cock and makes us both groan. Her hands slide off my shoulders, tugging at the buttons to my shirt as her lips nibble mine. “Nico...I’ve waited so long. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Say you want—”
“Nico!”
“I want to hear you say it,” I demand, my eyes dropping to those restless fingers tugging at the last button of my shirt before shoving it open. I bite back a groan when her palms touch my chest, sliding down the firm lines of muscle to my abs. “Gabby!” I take her chin and tilt her head up so those eyes are back on mine. “Words, princess. I need words.”
“I want this. I want you. Now. Here. Everything. Please.”
My mouth crashes down on hers as the last of my resolve disappears. I cradle the back of her neck with my right hand, pressing her close to me as my tongue delves into her mouth, seeking the taste of her. Craving it. She whimpers, nails digging into my shoulders as her lips move hotly against mine, the kiss getting rough, nearly brutal.
There’s a need—pent-up need. Hunger. Desperation. And a promise, in the way our lips cling together, move together, and it’s so goddamned hot. The strength of it shoots a vicious need to my balls, an ache unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Not once have I wanted anything as desperately as I want Gabriella. I’ve always admired women—stunning creatures that they are. I felt attraction to them and gave what was needed, took what they offered—but it was never anything like this. An all-consuming need that makes me forget the world and see only her. Feel only her. Want only her.
“Nico.”
My name on her lips is like a prayer, a need desperate enough to match mine. My hungry mouth stays on hers as I spin us on the bed, laying her in the center. I wedge myself between her lithe thighs, rocking forward to press my erection against her pussy as I kiss her deeply. Christ, she tastes like the sweetest thing. So sweet. Innocent.
Mine.
I break the kiss to look at her, capturing her knee and slowly rubbing my hand up and down her hip. “I’ve wanted you since that day at the butterfly atrium,” I say, watching the quick light of surprise in her eyes before shifting into pleasure when I shift to kiss her neck, moving up to trail my lips over the sensitive spot behind her ear and feeling her shudder against me. “You’d just turned eighteen, and I was…older. I had no rightto have those feelings for you. Felt so fucking wrong, so I shoved them down.”
She shudders when I bite her earlobe, a soft mewling sound escaping her lips.
“And then those feelings surfaced again at the wedding. Seeing you standing there by your brothers made me want to abandon all reason and kiss you senseless.” I lick a path down her body, groaning needily at the sight of her pink, velvet-soft nipples, pebbled with need. I lift my gaze from her chest to her heavy- lidded eyes. “At the wedding, I hoped someone would stand up and oppose the marriage—and doesn’t that make me an asshole. One that wanted to begrudge two people of happiness just because I wanted to claim my new stepsister.” I clamp my mouth around her nipple and suck hard, causing her back to arch off the bed with a sob.
“Oh God…Nico!” she cries out as I tug on the soft bud, rolling my tongue around it before moving to the next and offering it the same treatment. I love the taste of her, how soft she feels against my tongue—and to think no other man has touched her the way I have sends heat flooding my body like a fireball.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I rasp, licking my way down her body, over her ribs and along her firm belly. She whimpers when I scrape my teeth over her inner thigh, my lips finding her drenched, ready for me. “I’m a fucking deviant for wanting to do this to my stepsister, and without one shred of shame or regret. Say it.”
“You’re not,” she whimpers, her eyes meeting mine. Desire is written in them. “B-because if you are, then so am I—for wanting you for so long.”
Goddamnit!
With a growl, I bury my face between her legs, sweeping my tongue through her slit. She cries out, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging me hard against her. I groan at the taste of her—sweet and tangy, intoxicating. I could have had this long ago. All that time wasted pushing her away, time that I could have spent getting lost in her pussy. Forbidden as it is.
My cock leaks endlessly in my pants, begging for relief, but I’m too far gone to care about anything but tasting her on my tongue. I cradle both of her ass cheeks and push deeper, licking through her folds and flicking her clit with firm strokes. Her cries are a distant echo in my head. I see and hear nothing but her. Desperate to bring her that release that only I ever will.
“Nico… Oh God. Oh God. Oh!”
I sweep my tongue roughly along her seam, nipping at her clit until her legs began to tremble around me. I don’t have to wait long for her release as her pussy clenches around my tongue before releasing in a pulsating shudder. Her scream is loud, echoing through the hotel room even as her body thrashes on the bed. I hold her still, swiping my tongue over her trembling flesh until she’s whimpering, her fingers going slack in my hair.