Nico stood and took his pants off to give her a chance to breathe. It had been a long time since he lost control like that and nearly came in his pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he fucked a woman with his pants on.
He watched Autumn move slowly to her front. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she peered around them. Where there was passion in her lightning-colored eyes, now there was trepidation.
Nico moved back to her and kissed the side of her neck, “There’s nothing to fear.”
“I don’t know how to turn this thing off, Nico. It doesn’t work that way.”
“Maybe not, but in time, you can feel pleasure instead of pain.” He kissed a line by Autumn’s shoulder, where she flinched. It was a silvered scar, something old.
“Why are you doing this?” She whispered with a quiver.
“I want to,” he kissed another scar on her back. Autumn continued trembling beneath him. He wanted to help her, but this ran deeper than he expected.
Was it the hidden vulnerability? There was this need to protect, that rumbled through him whenever he felt she was in danger.
He stopped himself, willing his erection to find patience. "I'm doing this for you, but is it what you want?" His dick would howl in protest but if she didn't want this…
"Yes," she whispered. "Make me forget, Nico."
His lips poised at the top of her spine, he murmured, "Grazie Dio."
Thank God.
His hand moved beneath her stomach and down to her still dripping pussy. Regardless of what her head told her, Autumn still wanted him. Nico felt it in the wetness that drenched over his fingers.
Autumn gasped as he stroked her pussy and kissed the lash marks across her shoulder blades. A nasty mark made his eyes narrow, “What did he hit you with?”
“Cat-o’-nine-tails.”
“The same thing you punish yourself with,” Nico clenched his teeth at the anger that surged through him. If the bastard wasn’t dead already, he would skin him alive.
“Yes,” Autumn whispered. Nico felt the shudder that went through her. “He said he couldn’t leave marks, but the ends ripped into my skin.” Her voice was hoarse as she added, “He apologized and told me it was my fault why he did what he did to those women. If I escaped like I had tried…their blood would be on my hands.”
Nico gritted his teeth. The bastard fucked her head up good, didn’t he?
He would ensure she never made herself responsible again for any murderers’ victims.
He hushed her as whimpers of pain escaped her lips. His fingers continued to explore her pussy as he kissed up and down her body. As she moved into him, she gasped in pleasure.
“There you go,” he groaned. “Feel the pleasure,mia cara, no pain.”
He widened her legs and pushed her down, so her chest was flat on the bed with her ass above her shoulders. Nico licked a path up her back and kissed more of her scars. He widened her legs, his cock in his hand, and slowly guided it into her pussy.
Nico groaned at the feel of her wet heat as he tunneled inside. She moaned his name as her fingers dug into the comforter.
This way he was deeper and could reach more of her, stroking her clit.
“God, Nico…”
“Sei mio, amore mio.Nessun altro può averti.”You are mine, my love. No one else can have you.
Those words ran through him as he took not only her body but her soul.
Autumn cried out as Nico thrust back against her. He pulled her off her elbows and held her against him, holding her hips as he rocked into her.
“Nico!” Autumn's arms moved around his neck and turning her head to the side.
Nico took her lips in a possessive kiss. “Ti amo, Autunno.” And then he came inside her. “Ti voglio bene.” The words came out harsher than he wanted them to.
