Page 39 of Isle of Pain

“I trust you to tell me when it becomes too much, do you understand?” I ask, and Nico nods enthusiastically. The sensation of my smile is foreign but he’s so fucking hot when he can’t speak. “I need you to say it, baby.”

“Yes, Miss Marie. I’ll tell you when I need to stop. Can I touch you?Please?”

Fuck. He begs so pretty.

I never thought I’d be into it. If I’m honest with myself, I never thought I’d be into any kind of sex. I’ve never found anyone attractive enough to want them, and I’ve always preferred to numb my feelings rather than explore them. Yet, right now, all I want is to stay stone cold sober so I can experience Nico’s sweet pleas over and over again.

“Yes, you can touch me, Nico.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice; his hands land on my thighs, roaming over the expansive flesh until they slow and creep towards my ass. Nico squeezes my curves and groans. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. The power it sends into my system is electric. It’s a shock. A high. It’s everything.

I place a hand on his shoulder while I keep the other at his throat where his heartbeat erratically thrums underneath my fingers.

“I love to feel your heart right here,” I tell him, my eyes oscillating between his throat, his lips and his eyes. “It reminds me how alive you are, and how you stood up for me. My heart was also beating so fast when you let me be part of tonight’s meeting. I’ve never felt so strong as when you stood at my back.”

The words pour out of me. I wouldn’t be able to remain silent if I tried. After bottling—literally—my feelings for so long, Nicoshows up and all I can do is let them free. I might have known him for a short period of time but already, he’s a safe haven, a guardian of my untangled thoughts and hurt little heart.

He remains silent and licks his lips. I want to be the one to do that. “Have you ever kissed anyone, Nico?”

“No. I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me like this.”

I pause on my descent towards his lips.

“Me neither.”

I keep peering into his eyes unhurriedly. He’s meant to be savoured like the delicacy he is, every second to matter. When everything undoubtedly comes crashing down, I’ll have this precious moment to hold onto.

Nico shifts underneath me, his face strained. “I want you to kiss me. Please, Miss Marie. I feel like I’m gonna go mad if you don’t let me taste you.”

Jesus, I will never be able to resist him if he keeps saying ‘please’ likethat.

His words ignite an inferno inside me, spreading from where his breath skims across my lips down to my throat and my stomach to settle deep into my core.

Pressing the side of his throat slightly, I let my mouth descend on his.

And the moment we touch, my world shifts.

Nico cradles my body deeper against his, my hands wander to clasp his shirt into a desperate grip. The metal of his bottom lip warms quickly between us as we press into each other harder. My soft mouth yields to his just as much as Nico gives himself to me.

I tilt my head and our angle changes. Instinct takes over, and I open my mouth to take my first real taste of Nico Capaldi. I sigh into his mouth as he opens for me, letting me control our rhythm with my tongue. We glide against each other, making me want him even more.

I’m barely conscious that I’m rolling my hips, searching for friction that won’t ever be enough as I devour him. Nico’s groans spur me on and I keep going, kissing his perfect lips like it won’t ever be enough. I’ve never felt such a rush before. Euphoria rises under my skin, going straight to my head.

The world around us vanishes and we lose each other into our kiss.

I come up for air for a second and open my eyes. Nico’s are already on me, pupils blown, his body trembling with restraint. My eyes dip to his lip and like I’ve wanted, I pull on it with my teeth until he bleeds.

I can only describe the sound that escapes from him as pure masculine need. Possessed, I lick his blood and he does it again, making me moan. “You like the pain?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Hurt me.”

I kiss him harder, the copper taste of him hitting my tongue again in a flash. Before I can fully savour it, it’s gone. My body isn’t fully my own as I bite him again, until I can luxuriate in the tang of his blood. Tangling my tongue with his, we feed off each other again. Nico’s hands twist into my hair and press against my back to keep me nestled against him.

The world could be on fire and I wouldn’t care as long as I’d get to kiss him like this.

Urgency ebbs away but we don’t part for another long moment, our dance becoming one of simple enjoyment.

It hits me then, that neither of us ever kissed anyone before. Nico is twenty-six but he also doesn’t like anyone to touch him. This must be a lot for him. Hell, it was a lot for me. I fear I’m ruined for anyone else. How could anyone ever measure up to the feeling of Nico’s lips on mine, his body against mine, of the ownership he gave me over his entire being? Of the power and trust he confided in me when he allowed me to not only touch him but be so intimate?

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