I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, and his hips jerk involuntarily. A groan rumbles through his chest.
"Look at me."
The command cuts through my haze. I lift my eyes without stopping, without slowing, and find him staring down at me with an intensity that steals my breath.
"Dio, you're fucking perfect."
I moan around him, the vibration making his grip on my hair spasm. His hips rock forward, testing, and I relax my throat to take more. The stretch burns slightly, but I don't care. I want to burn for him. I want to consume and be consumed.
"That's it, bella. Take what you want."
So I do.
His hand tightens in my hair, pulling me back.
"Stop."
The word comes out strangled. Ragged. I release him with a wet pop and look up, confused. His chest heaves, muscles taut beneath golden skin still damp from his shower.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Nico's laugh is dark. Strained. "No, bella. You did everything too fucking right." He cups my jaw, thumb tracing my swollen bottom lip. "But I'm not finishing like this. Not when I want to be inside you."
Oh.
"Stand up."
I obey. My legs tremble slightly as I rise, the silk robe brushing against my heated skin. Nico's eyes rake over me.
"Take it off."
My fingers find the sash at my waist. I pull the knot loose slowly, letting the fabric part inch by inch. The cool air hits my bare breasts first, then my stomach, then lower. The robe pools at my feet in a whisper of silk.
Nico's jaw clenches so hard I can see the muscle jump.
"Cazzo." He breathes the curse like a prayer. "Come here."
He takes my hand and leads me toward the bed, but not onto it. Instead, he positions me at the edge, facing the mattress.
"Lean forward. Hands on the bed, feet on the floor."
I bend at the waist, palms pressing into the sheets.
Nico's palm slides down my spine, making me arch into his touch like a cat. His hand curves over my hip, gripping tight enough to leave fingerprints.
Then his fingers slip between my legs.
"Dio." His voice drops to gravel. "Already this wet for me."
Two fingers slide inside without warning. I gasp, hands fisting in the sheets as he curls them against that spot that makes my vision blur.
"Tell me what you want."
His thumb circles my clit while his fingers pump steadily. The dual sensation short-circuits my brain. I can't think. Can't breathe. Can only feel.
"Tell me." He punctuates the command with a twist of his wrist that makes my knees buckle. "Use your words, bella."
"You," I manage between ragged breaths. "I want you inside me."
