He groaned against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of bliss through her core. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open to his ministrations as he laved and suckled at her sensitive bud. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her chest heaving as she climbed higher and higher.
“Nicolas,” she moaned, one hand leaving the sheets to tangle in his dark hair. “Oh, God... please...”
He hummed against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of bliss straight to her core. One large hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place as he continued his sensual assault. The other crept up to cup her breast, fingers plucking at the taut peak.
Emily felt herself climbing higher and higher, chasing a peak she’d nearly forgotten existed. It had been so long since she had felt anything close to this level of passion. Her hips rolled against his mouth of their own accord, seeking more of the delicious friction.
Just as she teetered on the brink, he slipped a finger inside her, curling it in a motion that had her seeing stars. The dual stimulation proved too much. With a husky cry, Emily shattered, waves of ecstasy washing over her in relentless waves.
As she came down from her high, Nicolas placed gentle kisses on her inner thighs, soothing her quivering flesh. He crawled back up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of herself on his lips sent a renewed spark of arousal through her still-trembling body and she pressed her hips against him, greedy for more.
“You are exquisite,” Nicolas murmured.
“That was...” she breathed against his mouth.
“Only the beginning,” he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Her hands roamed over Nicolas’s broad shoulders, relishing the feel of taut muscle beneath her fingertips. A surge of boldness overcame her as she tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers.
“Off.” She tugged at his shirt, breathlessly. “I want to see you.”
He chuckled, a low, sensual sound that sent heat pooling low in her belly. “As my lady commands.” He sat back on his heels and pulled the garment over his head.
Her breath caught in her throat as she drank in the sight of his bare torso. Lean muscle rippled beneath bronzed skin, a dusting of dark hair trailing tantalizingly down his abdomen. Her fingers itched to trace every dip and plane, to learn the textures of his body as intimately as he had learned hers.
“Do I meet with your approval?” He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
In answer, she reached out, running her hands over his chest and down his stomach. She delighted in the way his muscles jumped beneath her touch, in the sharp intake of breath as her fingers dipped below the waistband of his breeches.
“Very much,” she whispered, meeting his gaze. The hunger she saw there made her breath catch.
Nicolas caught her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss to her palm, then each fingertip in turn. “You are playing with fire, my dear.”
“I do hope to get incinerated.” She pulling him down, her mouth finding his in a demanding kiss.
Nicolas growled low in his throat as he claimed her mouth, his kiss fierce and demanding. She matched his passion, her hands roaming over the planes of his back, nails scraping lightly against his skin. She reveled in the way he shuddered against her, in the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her.
With fumbling fingers, she reached between them to unfasten his breeches. Nicolas broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants as he helped her push the garment down and off. When he settled back over her, she gasped at the feel of his bare skin against hers, the heat of him searing her to her very soul.
“Emily,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Are you certain?”
She met his gaze, seeing the mix of desire and concern reflecting back at her. “More certain than I have ever been,” she breathed. “I want you inside of me, Nicolas. I crave you.”
A groan tore from his throat as he captured her lips once more. His hand slid down her body, fingers dancing over her heated flesh until he reached the apex of her thighs. Her hips bucked as he stroked her, finding her still slick and ready from his earlier attentions.
“Fill me,” she gasped against his mouth as she pressed her hips toward him.
Nicolas positioned himself at her entrance, his manhood pressing against her core. Slowly, exquisitely, he eased inside her, his gaze locked with hers. Emily’s lips parted on a soft gasp as he entered her, stretching and completing her in ways she had nearly forgotten existed.
She rocked her hips greedily, desperate to feel him move.
He groaned, his forehead pressed against hers as he fought for control. “Easy, love. Let me savor you.”
She whimpered, her body ablaze with need. Every nerve ending singing with pleasure. When Nicolas finally moved, she thought she might combust from the sheer ecstasy of it.
He set a languid pace at first, each deep thrust stoking the fire within her. Emily met him movement for movement, her legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer. Her hands roamed over the planes of his back, feeling the flex and play of muscle beneath her fingertips.
“Oh,” she gasped, arching into him. “Nicolas…Please.”
