He pinched her nipples making her jolt. Her jaw slackened as she hit her climax.
“Yes, baby, come for me.” He swallowed her breaths, whispering, “I want you to stain my pants. Make a goddamn mess. You deserve it. You—” His words got punctured by reaching his high. Shaking, gasping, holding onto her like she was his lifeline, and she might as well have been.
Once the tremors ceased, he exhaled at the sudden realization. He’d come in his pants. Said pants he’d told her to ruin. Now they both had.
He dragged his hand down the valley between her breasts. Holding her lazy gaze, he continued down, feeling her muscles flex under his warm touch.
“Nicolas, I can’t?—”
“You can.”
With their gazes fixated on each other, Nicolas applied pressure. Her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed.“Oh God.”
“He can’t help you this time,” he growled. “Beg me instead. Beg me to have mercy on you. To make you float between the heavens and the earth.”
“Nico,please.”
That nickname. And that “please”. It was her second one for the night and it sure hit harder than the first. His fingers rubbed against her quicker. He memorized every shape her face made, how tension gave way to a soft surrender. She collapsed against him, a wanton sigh leaving her lips.
Oh, she was perfect. Simply too perfect for him. Just by the feeling of her breath blowing against his neck, Nicolas could come again.
His arms wrapped around her tiny waist. “I just came from merely dry humping.”
She only hummed against the skin of his neck. “Mm-hmm.”
“That hasn’t happened in years.”
She leaned back to look at him. “Really?” she asked, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
He pulled it out. That was only begging to have her thrown down and fucked into oblivion.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
She seemed pleased by that, eyes twinkling.
He was hard again.
Taking her hand which fit perfectly in his, he regarded her. “You really like the idea of me being yours, don’t you?”
She chewed on the inside of her mouth, but confidence overtook her embarrassment, her fingers curling into his collar as she pulled him closer.
His breath hitched.
“That’s because youaremine.” Her voice carried a calm certainty. “You’ve been mine since the day we signed that contract, Nicolas. Not anyone else’s to admire. Not theirs to touch. Mine. Every inch of you.”
His soul was enlightened by her confession.
From the way her eyes held his, unyielding in their emotions, they spoke volumes on how she wanted him wholeheartedly.
How she she’d fallen for him. Because whether Emily knew it or not, she was in that deep.
And so was he.
Nicolas’s heart had fallen helplessly and irreversibly for Emily. Her sweet compulsion on him had him locked in from day one. He’d tried to outrun it. Tried to deny it. But failed.
She didn’t ask for permission. Not when she’d stumbled out of that hotel closet when he was twenty-one, nor when she asked him to marry him almost a decade later. She’d just walked right in and staged a hostile takeover of his heart.
Now, Emily weaved her way through the corners of his mind. She was the rhythm in his days, thelight.
