We have so many things we need to do.
Except I can’t bring myself to care about a single one of them.
“Niko…” My voice is a needy plea, desperate for a follow-up act from yesterday. He hardens under me, his body responding to mine with each touch and kiss we share. I’ve never had a man be so receptive to my touch before. It’s intoxicating—thrilling—and it only turns me on more.
“Was once not enough for you, Evangeline?” he asks, voice low and rough, trying for smug but failing miserably. The way his chest rises, the flush on his neck—he’s barely holding it together. Just like me.
I grind down, his cock pressing against my thigh, and it pulls a groan from his lips. “Not even close.”
His jaw tightens, breath catching. For a moment, neither one of us moves. I stare into his eyes, seeing his need and desire burning into me. But there is also something else. Something tender. Love? He said he loved me yesterday in the midst of passion, but I didn’t truly believe it. Not really. Not until now. It’s an all-consuming feeling, starting from my head and trickling all the way to my toes. A warmth that wraps around my body, making me feel safe and needed.
Then, a fire erupts, even brighter and hotter than before. Niko cups my face, kissing me hard. Rough. His mouth dominates mine, prying my lips apart. Eagerly, I bend to his will, and the moment my lips part, his tongue claims more. I want him to have every part of me.
He kisses me in earnest, slightly frenzied. Like any moment, we could be pulled apart. Niko holds me tighter, as if he’s thinking the same thing.
Desperation urges me on. I reach down between us, my hand wrapping around his shaft. His very large andthick shaft. He grunts, thrusting into my hand once. I apply pressure, squeezing gently, which earns me a soft moan.
Fuck, I like his moans and how vocal Niko is. He’s not afraid to show me exactly how he feels when I touch him. Confidence grows stronger inside me as I pump my hand up and down.
“Fuck, Evangeline. I need to be inside that sweet pussy. I’m not going to last much longer with your hand on my dick and that pretty cunt rubbing itself all over me,” Niko groans, his dirty words leaving me breathless.
Was I rubbing myself on him? I can’t be held responsible for what my body does to this man when he touches me. A raw, primal instinct takes over, and I’m no longer just Evangeline the chef. No, with him, I’m Evangeline the Fae Queen. And I feel powerful. So damn powerful.
My hand stills on his cock as nerves flutter in my chest. Slowly, I shift my hips to straddle him, my thighs trembling as I hover just above. I’ve never been on top before. The position feels foreign, exposing all my insecurities. My movements are clumsy as I try to line myself up, and I bite my lip, unsure.
But Niko—gods, Niko—he doesn’t rush me. His big hands grip my hips, grounding and steadying me. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. Then he guides me down, inch by inch, until his cock is buried deep inside me. I gasp, overwhelmed. Full. Stretched. Owned.
And still, he waits for me to move, to take control. Tofall apart on him. Just like we did last night. Only now it’s just us.
The first movement of my hips has him moving almost all the way out of me before I sheath him inside me once again. And Niko whimpers.Whimpers.It does something to me. Flipping on a switch that has lain dormant until this very moment. I become feral, a woman undone, desperate to hear that sound again.
I ride Niko. I’ve never ridden anyone in my life, but I fall into an easy rhythm, though my thighs are starting to burn. It’s a good burn, one I barely register each time he thrusts back into me and hitsthatspot. The spot that has me moaning and begging for him. I feel like a volcano, ready to erupt at any second. I clench around Niko, and he curses, eyes rolling back.
His fingers dig into my hips, mixing pain with pleasure. “Niko!” I moan over and over again.
My tits bounce with each of my movements, feeling heavy. I’ve never been one to touch myself, but I can’t help cupping my own breasts and rolling my nipples between my fingers. Pinching. Teasing. It feels so damn good.
I fuck him for my own pleasure. I fuck him because I couldn’t stand another moment without him inside of me. There’s no teasing or edging or making this last as long as possible. No, neither one of us needs that right now. We need to come and fast.
“I’m so close…” I pant, feeling him pulse inside me. The hard concentration on his face tells me he’s seconds away from exploding.
“What…do you need?” he asks breathlessly. “Tell me.”
Never being one to vocalize what I want, I bite my lip. But there’s no time to feel embarrassed. Not when the sex feels this good. Who cares if my words are crass? Niko wants to know, and I want to orgasm.
“Play with my clit,” I order. Niko doesn’t laugh or belittle me—not that I thought he would, but a small part of me wondered if I was doing this right.
He asks no questions, simply moves his hand between my legs. The moment his fingers find my clit, I let out a startled cry. He plays my body like an instrument, knowing exactly where to put his fingers without me telling him. It’s all so much, my orgasm builds and builds until it becomes too big. Too much to hold in.
I scream and come hard on his cock, just as his warm release fills me, dripping down my thighs. He comes and comes, his release combining with mine until we are both spent and I fall into his arms, panting hard. Our bodies are sweaty, and the room smells of sex. He’s still inside me, and I’m not eager to pull off him. Not yet.
It takes me a moment to come down from my high. Not only the high of pleasure, but the power that comes with being on top and having a man who listens to exactly what I want. A foreign feeling takes up residence inside my heart, something that has been growing stronger since last night when the seed was planted. I look up at Niko, and he’s staring up at me like I’m the only person worth looking at. Like no one else exists.
I think I know at this moment what that feeling is.
“Niko, I?—”
The bedroom door slams open with such force, it crashes against the wall and rattles the entire room. Niko and I jerk apart like we’ve been burned, the sudden intrusion shattering the spell between us. My breath catches as I scramble for the blanket, yanking it over my bare skin in a panic.
