11
NICOLAS
She was a vixen.
A dark angel.
And all fucking mine.
My entire body was so close to snapping that I had no idea what I was doing, but hearing that permission–hearing those sweet words rolling over her lips–had me moving without even being aware of it.
I was desperate for her.
Desperate for release.
Desperate for something I couldn’t even name anymore.
Her back pressed against the wall, caged between my body and the surface, and as her legs wrapped around my waist, I didn't bother being gentle. I didn't bother taking off her clothes slowly.
My fingers bunched around the material of the boxers I’d given her, tearing them apart, revealing her bare pussy to me. She was drenched, as desperate for me as I was for her, and I couldn't fucking wait to sink into her heat. Her nails dragged over my shoulders, no doubt leaving red marks and I couldn't give a flying fuck even if she cut me.
I wanted her, needed her and I'd be damned if I ever let her go.
My lips pressed against hers as I hitched her leg higher around my waist and took my cock in my hand, aligning it with her opening.
And I pushed.
I had no idea where she started and where I ended, both of us moaning as her pussy squeezed the fucking life out of me, making me see stars. I’d promised her she would come first, but I was terrified I would break my promise.
The tingles had already started at the bottom of my spine, the edging she did driving me insane with need, and without waiting for either of us to adjust to the sensations, I pulled back and pushed in again.
The back of her head hit against the wall, her neck exposed, and as my hips pistoned, my teeth found their home at the bottom of her neck, marking her as mine.
Only fucking mine.
The walls of her pussy spasmed again, and as my fingers found the little bundle of nerves nestled between her lips, just above where my cock was entering her, she started shaking.
"Nico," her broken moan was music to my ears. The salve for the wounds I didn't even know I had, and like a man possessed, I increased my pace, bringing us both to the edge of insanity.
Her nails raked over my back, through my hair, potentially even breaking skin in some places, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted her wild. I wanted her fucking desperate for me.
"Fuck, baby," I groaned as my balls pulled up, warning me. "Please tell me you're close. Please, please?—"
"I'm close," she breathed out, wrapping her arms around my neck. "God, yes! That's it. That's the—Fuuuuck!"
Her hips swiveled, meeting me thrust for thrust, and just when I knew she was about to erupt, I fucked her harder.
Faster.
Fucking needier.
God, I needed her more than the air I needed to breathe.
I needed her more than this wretched empire that was leftin my hands.
I didn't want this to end. I didn't want this night to end because I was terrified she would run from me. She would see the monster hiding behind the perfectly curated mask and decide I wasn't worth it.
"Tell me you're mine," I growled, wrapping my fist around her hair.. "Tell me you're only mine,bella."