Page 68 of She Belongs to Me

“Nico.” I didn’t manage to get out another word before he captured my mouth, immediately thrusting his tongue inside. His hands roamed my body, moving up and down as far as they could go. His actions were rough, more so than he’d been in the forest. I knew instinctively something was terribly wrong.

But there was no denying the heat between us or the need. Where I’d been initially startled, I was now piping hot full of desire. It wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t. He was taking what he wanted.

What he believed belonged to him.

Everything was becoming a huge blur, including the thoughts in my mind. What could have occurred to push him to this point? There was no room for thinking, his tongue exploring every inch of my wet mouth.

I initially had my palms pressed against his shoulders, but as the excitement continued to tear through me, I rolled them over his shoulders to his back.

When he broke the kiss abruptly, pushing my hands away, I was surprised. But when it took him all of three seconds to rip off my shirt and shorts, bunching up my thong in his huge hand, I was in shock. The hard pull and ripping sound of the lace was even more startling than before.

I was completely naked and he was fully dressed. We were now in the bright sunlight and his chest was heaving as he gazed down to my toes.

So many questions were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t ask them. I was so out of my depth I didn’t know what I was doing.

Nico’s nostrils were flared as he raked both his hands through his hair. His jaw was clenched to the point I knew he had to be grinding his teeth. I’d never seem him so… There wasn’t a correct word in my mind. Agitated? Furious? Uncertain?

No, I could swear I sensed guilt.

He wasted no time unfastening his trousers and as soon as the material was pushed past his hips, he advanced. The hindrance of his clothing didn’t seem to bother him at all. I knew exactly what to expect, but I was still tense. The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, driving me up the wall, it was impossible to hold back a scream.

He immediately covered it with his mouth, sucking away my breath. With one hard jerk of my leg then the other, he had them both wrapped around his hips.

After securing my arms over my head, he used the friction of the wall and our combined bodies to keep me securely in place.

He finally pulled away by a few inches, his smile practically evil, certainly primal. There was no doubt in my mind I was his drug, his fix from whatever he’d gone through.

And the truth?

He was mine.

The sounds of our hard fucking meshed together.

Our heavy breathing.

His intense growls.

My slight whimpers.

All of it to create a perfect symphony. My pussy muscles ached from the roughness, but I was almost enthralled, pressing my knees against him with as much force as I had.

I even struggled in his hold, using all the strength left in me, although I had no desire to escape.

It was our game.

Our push and pull.

The moment where we were becoming… one.

The thought was as ridiculous as it was amazing.

With every guttural sound he made, the hard stare he was giving me, I sensed his possessiveness was stronger than before. Why? What had suddenly turned him into a crazed beast? Something had definitely changed in the man.

I was emotional for no reason other than not knowing. Without knowing him and his moods, it was so tough for me to try to decipher what the hell was going on.

Maybe I didn’t want to.

Tears even formed, which was ridiculous. I wasn’t a weak girl. I couldn’t lose it now. Not when every inch of my body tingled with delight and longing. Not when my heart was thudding and my core was heated to a thousand degrees.

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