NINA MARCHESI
Torment. That’s the only word my mind can find to define the sensations Nero’s lips ignite from every point they touch along my abdomen. I writhe against the cushioned seat on the deck, whimpering, feeling far too desperate for him to give me nothing but promises of pleasure.
“If you’re not going to let me touch you, then I don’t want this,” I issue an ultimatum that carries very little conviction, since the words are threaded with moans and gasps.
Nero laughs, perfectly aware that I wouldn’t be able to pull away from his touch now.
Not when his hands seem to have mapped every inch of me and uncovered all my most intimate secrets. Nero touches and kisses me with a skill that makes it impossible not to lose my head completely—and my dignity—begging if that’s what it takes to get more.
“Please,” I ask, sliding my hands from his shoulders down his back as far as I can reach before dragging them up again, scratching my nails into his skin as deeply as I’m able. He lifts his gaze from my stomach and looks at me with razor-sharp attention. “Please.”
I beg again, and Nero climbs my body, his tongue sweeping the path, wetting my skin and teasing my bare breasts since he loosened the ties of my dress straps and nearly stripped me—its single-piece skirt pooled at my hips, leaving my legs completely exposed.
Our mouths finally meet, my bare torso pressed to his. I hook my legs around his waist and he thrusts against my still-covered center, making me mentally curse the scrap of fabric between us.
I moan, rolling my hips upward, wanting more—wanting there to be no panties, no shorts, no boxer briefs between us.
“I’m just trying to make your first time special,” he says tenderly, and it’s my turn to laugh, even as the sweet agony of his slow grinding makes me feel like I’m about to lose my mind.
“I can think of far worse ways to have my first time than under a star-filled sky, on the deck of a sailboat, in open water.”
“There are the claws of myLittle Fae,” he murmurs against my lips before giving a sharp thrust against my core that pulls a small cry from me. “Are you sure about this, Nina? We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to. I’d probably need to dive into the freezing sea to deal with my erection, but after that, it would be fine.”
In rocket speed, I go from hot and desperate to hysterical laughter. His lips lose themselves on my skin again, kissing and sucking my chin, my jaw, my face while I laugh until tears spill from the corners of my eyes.
But when his mouth reaches my earlobe and traps it between his teeth, I’m instantly tuned back to the channel of gasps and moans.
“I’m sure, Nero. Absolutely sure,” I whisper in his ear. His eyes return to mine, and he leaves no doubt that I’ve convinced him.
Nero attacks my mouth in a consuming kiss, his tongue subduing mine as his hips keep rocking between my legs, rubbing his erection exactly where I need it most. His thrusts grow more intense, my moans louder, even with our lips fused.
I dig my fingers into his back and Nero’s hands slip between our bodies, reaching my breasts and squeezing them hard until he decides it’s a good idea for his mouth to leave mine and suck my nipples.
I shatter the instant his teeth graze my sensitive peak, trembling all over, completely breathless.
“I could watch you come for the rest of my days. You’re my favorite show,” he murmurs, his tongue warming my skin, and I bite down on my lower lip—still not recovered from the orgasm, yet wanting more. “You’re so delicious,Little Fae.”
Arms slide beneath me to support my back as Nero sits back on his heels, taking me with him. His hands go to the fabric ofmy dress and rip it from my body, pulling it over my head as I lift my arms.
He moves away from me, and the instant his feet hit the deck, Nero pulls my legs as if I were a doll until my hips rest at the edge of the cushioned surface. He does all of it while looking at me.
His fingers wrap around my ankles and slide up slowly, teasing until they slip beneath the sides of my panties, hooking them and tugging them down, leaving me naked.
His gaze licks and ignites every inch of my body before Nero drops to his knees, drawing a sharp gasp of anticipation from me. He grips my thighs and spreads them as wide as possible, then brushes the tip of his nose—and a whisper of his lips—along the inside of one.
His eyes close as if the sensation of having me under his command is too much—like it’s everything he’s ever wanted—then his mouth is devouring me, making me scream. His tongue dives between my folds with ravenous, consuming movements.
Each touch strips away more of my awareness until I’m reduced to tense limbs, slick skin, and cries that tear through the Greek night, studded with stars.
Nero’s fingers dig into my flesh hard enough to leave marks while he licks, sucks, and breathes me in as if the space between my legs were the most exquisite feast.
I rock against his face, pushing my hips upward, wanting more of his wicked tongue—and every movement seems to make Nero more determined to undo me.
When the second orgasm hits, I feel myself hurled toward the stars above. My mind is so far gone it’s as if, for a few brief seconds, I become one of them—at least until I close my eyes and my consciousness drowns in darkness.
I don’t know how much time passes before Nero crawls back over me, every brush of his skin sending a dozen microshocks through my body, prolonging the agony of release.
He nests his hips between my legs, announcing his nudity with his hot erection sliding along my soaked center. I open my eyes and look to where our bodies meet, finding the image I’ve been craving for days: Nero’s length, protected by a condom, gliding against my heat.
