Page 40 of Burning Beauty

"You could've come to me," she whispered. Like he had last night.

He gave her a grim smile. "If you come to me willingly, then I have everything I need."

She frowned at the man filling her vision. "I don't understand. You kidnapped me, made me part of an illegal deal. There's nothing willing about that."

His lips grazed her throat sending shivers down her body and igniting the ever-simmering heat between them. "You walked to my bedroom of your own free will, my beautiful captive. What happens to you while you're here is on your head."

"I don't think that's how it works," she said breathily, moving slightly to give him better access to trail those delicious kisses down her neck. "I still have to consent to whatever it is you want to do to me."

He laughed against her, the husky chuckle sending vibrations through her. "Give me your consent then, my bellisima, and I will take you to heaven." He took her hands in his and dragged her arms over her head. "Give it to me now."

Heat suffused every part of her, and she started to lose the thread of their conversation. Then she latched onto the one thing she remembered. Consent. He wanted her consent. That had to be important. She shook her head. "Why do you want my permission? You'll just take it, whether I agree or not."

He leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against hers. He frowned and paused before speaking. "Your permission shouldn't matter to me, but it does. I want to keep you, Maria. And I don't want you to hate me for it."

His bare honesty made her heart thump in response. He wanted to keep her. Even though he'd said as much before, this time seemed to change everything between them. She believed him. She believed he wanted to keep her long term. After only knowing her for a few days.

And maybe she was crazy, but she wanted to the same thing. For now, at least.

"I'm yours," she whispered.

"Good girl," he growled and took her lips in a fierce kiss that sealed their declaration.

Maria belonged to Nic.

He picked her up, breaking their kiss only long enough to carry her to the bed. She clung to him even as he dropped her onto the soft blankets, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. She desperately wanted to hold onto the feeling of closeness they shared, the intensity of new love. She wasn't stupid, she knew what was happening to her. Despite the terrible circumstances surrounding their meeting, they were falling in love. Or at least she was. And she suspected his obsession would quickly turn to love. Or so she hoped.

He dropped his head against her neck. "I fucking love the way you smell." He sank his teeth into her flesh in a sensual bite. She squirmed and bucked against him wanting more of the sexy pain he was inflicting on her.

"Nic!" she gasped, holding onto his head.

"A fucking siren," he mumbled, yanking the nightie from her body in a move so swift the delicate fabric tore.

Neither of them stopped long enough to notice or care. He tossed the ruined material aside and made his way down her body, his movements both rushed and incredibly erotic. As though he couldn't get enough of her, couldn't devour her fast enough. The sensation was heady and breath-taking all at once.

Then his mouth was between her legs, sucking and licking her pussy with such force that she nearly flew off the bed. She yelled and tried to roll away from him as her sensitivity became almost overwhelming. He grabbed her hips and dragged her back toward his face, holding her with enough strength that she couldn't squirm away. Without warning, a massive orgasm roared through her.

"Oh god!" she shrieked, her back bowing on the bed and her body shaking so hard she was worried she'd break his bedframe. Then when he kept going, she shouted, "Stop!"

"Not in this lifetime," he growled, biting her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark and make her jump.

She tried to crawl away from him again. She needed a moment to remember who she was, where she was and what was happening to her. Her poor brain was thoroughly scrambled she had not yet recovered, when he climbed on her and inside her, pumping so fast and hard she hurtled through another orgasm, screaming her head off and clawing at his back.

He slammed into her over and over, his movements jerky and almost frantic, as though he wanted it all and he wanted it right now. Maria could do nothing but lay there and take it. She felt like a fish on dry land, her mouth opening and closing, her arms flailing and her back arched awkwardly as she was slammed into the mattress over and over again. She was just thinking that she felt like she was in an MMA fighting ring when his magic cock threw her into a third and final orgasm.

He grunted above her and she vaguely heard her name being uttered before she felt the heat of his cock slam into her once more then stop as he shot a load of hot semen up inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing just as hard as hers. After a moment he rolled off and sprawled out next to her.

They lay like that for a few minutes until their breathing evened out and they felt the cool night air caressing their sweaty bodies. Nic sat up and reached for a blanket, dragging it over their naked bodies. Maria made a grab for the edge of it and held it tight under her chin, shivering as reaction set in. She felt like she’d survived a hurricane, but the entire town was destroyed and she no longer knew which was up.

"That was.... intense," Maria finally said after the silence became heavy and uncomfortable.

Nic chuckled and looked over at her. "My apologies, bellissima. Since our encounter last night all I have been able to think about is your touch, your taste, your smell. Everything about you. I couldn't even fucking work today. I promise, next time will be better."

Maria giggled and rolled into his side, tucking herself beneath his upraised arm. "If it gets any better, I don't think I'll survive. I feel like I've been through a storm."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dropped a kiss on top of her head. "I have felt that way from the moment we met. You have captured my attention completely, which is not something I am used to."

Maria sighed, her breath fanning him. "I was worried you were going to kill me or something, to get rid of this... this obsession." She stumbled over her words, not sure how much she should admit to him.

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