“I’ll buy you ten more.” His mouth trails down my collarbone, teeth and tongue leaving a path of heat. “A hundred more. You’remine.”
The word shoots straight through me.Mine. Possessive and primal and absolutely insane, and I should hate it.
Instead, my back arches off the door.
He marks my neck. My breasts. Leaves visible evidence of his mouth everywhere, sucking, biting, deliberate and claiming, and when I whimper, he pulls back to look at me.
“Spread your legs,” he commands.
I hesitate... just a breath... before slowly obeying, trembling as I open myself beneath him.
His knuckles brush the damp fabric of my panties, a torturous tease that draws another whimper from my throat.
“Wider,” he growls, and I arch off the door yet again, exposing myself completely. His eyes darken with approval as he watches me hold the position, vulnerable and shaking.
“Good girl.”
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
The praise hits me like a drug. My entire body flushes hot, and I see him notice. See the satisfied gleam in his dark eyes.
“You like that?”
I don’t say anything.
“Answer me.” His hand slides between my thighs, fingers teasing over fabric. “You like being told you’re good?”
I hate him. I absolutely hate him.
“Yes.”
He rewards me with pressure. One finger slipping under the edge of my underwear, finding me already wet, already desperate, and his groan is almost pained.
“Fucking soaked.” He strokes me slowly, too slowly, building sensation without giving enough. “All this for me? Or were you thinking abouthim?”
“Nico—” I squirm under his touch. “I—”
“Answer the question.” His finger circles my clit, then retreats.
My hips try to chase the sensation, and he pins me harder against the door.
“Answer.” He commands.
“You,” I admit. “Always you. Even when I don’t want it to be.”
Something in his expression cracks. For just a second, the possessive fury gives way to... relief? Like he needed to hear that more than he’d ever admit.
Then he heaves me onto the bed and drops to his knees.
Oh God.
He yanks my underwear down my legs, not bothering with finesse, and pushes my thighs apart. His mouth finds my center with zero hesitation, tongue stroking through me like he’s been thinking about nothing else for weeks.
“Nico—” My hands scramble for purchase, finding his hair, gripping tight.
He groans against me, the vibrationsending shockwaves through my entire body. His tongue circles my clit, then retreats. Again. And again. Building me toward the edge and then pulling back just as I’m about to tip over.
