Page 57 of Midnight Whispers

My hand goes to the back of his head, holding him there, needing more.

There’s something hot as hell about the fact that I’m naked, and he’s completely clothed while I ride him. It makes me feel wanton, as if I’m at his mercy.

My movements are sharp as I slam down on him, unable to get enough—enough of this, of him, of us. My breasts rock each time, and the heavy weight of them bouncing sends sensation down to my clit.

Nero moves his hands to my waist, and I roll my hips against him, eager and desperate for the friction on my clit. The first flutters of my orgasm start in my womb. The sensation builds and builds, and though I try to clench it at bay, there’s no way I can deny what my body demands.

I grip Nero’s hair and cry out, pushing my tits into his face as I come hard. He bites one nipple, and it spurs another orgasm. He grips my hips hard, holding them in place and fucking me at a savage pace. His gaze fixates on my tits bouncing, and with one final thrust, he holds himself there, coming inside me. His cock jerks, then warmth spills out between my legs.

We remain in place, catching our breath, my face tucked into Nero’s shoulder while he runs a hand up and down my back. A few seconds later, he taps my hip with his hand, and I pull back before he threads his hand through my hair and pulls me in for a savage kiss.

“You were perfect, just as I knew you would be,” he says.

Physically, I expected to be satisfied tonight, but I couldn’t have predicted how close I’d feel to Nero emotionally.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

CINDER

Iawaken late the next morning, and it takes me a moment to realize where I am.

Nero’s room.

Last night after the Ritual Room, we came back here and showered—well, he showered me—then Nero applied lotion all over my body and combed my hair out before helping me into my pajamas and tucking me in.

I fell asleep with him wrapped around me and slept the most soundly I ever have.

I roll over to see Nero, but his side of the bed is empty. Frowning, I sit up. “Nero?”

He doesn’t answer, which means he’s not in the en suite or his walk-in closet. My shoulders deflate. I thought we were over the disappearing acts.

The bedroom door opens, and Nero steps in holding a tray filled with breakfast foods. He’s shirtless, his defined muscles and large raven tattoo on display, with a pair of low-slung gray pajama pants on. Basically, he looks like a girl’s wet dream.

“Good morning,” he says. “Ready for breakfast in bed?”

I smile. “Only if you’re joining me.”

He steps to my side of the bed and places a chaste kiss on my mouth. “Try to stop me.”

Nero sets the tray over my lap and rounds the bed to his side, crawling in.

The breakfast tray is filled with all my favorites, including the pastries I’ve gushed over since arriving at the manor.

“This is very sweet. Thank you.” I give him a kiss.

“You deserve that and so much more,” he says.

I chuckle. “Why? Because I performed so well last night?”

He shakes his head. “No, because you’re you.”

My stomach swoops. If I’m not careful, I’m going to completely fall for this man. If I could trust the universe to let me keep him, there would be nothing better. But what if it ends up like my parents, and the person I love most gets ripped away from me?

The closer Nero and I get, the more these kinds of doubts creep into my head even though I tell myself to enjoy the moment and stay in the present. But the fact that Nero still hasn’t mentioned his engagement nags at me. Why is he still keeping things from me?

“Eat up,” Nero says.

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