Page 90 of Veil of Secrets

I nod, pulse jumping beneath my skin. "Perfect."

I lean forward, gently brushing my lips against his neck. His breath hitches faintly, his body tensing briefly beneath my touch. I smile softly, pressing another slow kiss just below his ear. His scent fills my senses—warm skin, salt, something undeniably Nico.

His fingers settle lightly at my waist, drawing me closer until I'm practically in his lap. The mattress creaks softly beneath us, the sound blending into the pattering rain overhead. The intimacy of this small, quiet space wraps around us like a cocoon.

"Save me," I whisper playfully, lips skimming his jawline.

His hand tightens briefly, possessive yet gentle, pulling me closer still. "Already did," he murmurs back, voice gravelly, sincere. "Still doing it."

Warmth curls through me at his words. Not just because of what he's saying, but how he's saying it—with quiet sincerity, open and unguarded. I pull back just enough to meet his gaze. There's something raw in his expression, a vulnerability he's allowing me to see clearly for the first time.

I shift slightly, straddling his hips, and his hands slide slowly along my thighs, steadying me. My breath catches as I feel the heat of his palms pressing gently through the fabric of my jeans.

"This okay?" he asks softly, eyes searching mine.

"More than okay," I whisper back, voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, I lean down and capture his lips with mine. The kiss starts softly, careful and exploratory, our mouths gently testing boundaries we’ve silently agreed upon. My bound hands rest against his chest, heart racing beneath my fingertips. His lips part slightly under mine, deepening the kiss. Heat pools quickly low in my belly, sending sparks along every nerve ending.

The room feels smaller, the rain louder, my breath heavier. Nico’s fingers trail upward, thumbs brushing softly against the curve of my waist, tracing slowly upward along my ribs. I shiver beneath the careful pressure, deepening the kiss instinctively.

He hesitates for only a moment, drawing back just enough to look at me—questioning, careful, making sure this is exactly what I want. I nod, breathless, pulse racing.

He doesn't hesitate again.

His palms slide upward beneath my shirt, skin meeting skin. My back arches involuntarily at his touch, body pressing closer against him. Nico’s breath stutters as he slowly drags his thumb over my breast, teasing carefully until I bite gently against his lower lip.

"Don’t tease," I murmur, voice strained, need clear.

He smiles faintly, voice rough with a hint of playful challenge. "You started the game."

"And I intend to win," I whisper back.

His eyes flash with amusement and heat, and his touch turns firmer, more intentional. He cups my breast fully, his thumb rolling over my nipple slowly, deliberately. The sensation shoots through me sharply, dragging a low, breathless moan from my throat.

His mouth returns to mine fiercely, deeper now, possessive and open. I lean into it eagerly, savoring his strength, his certainty, the warmth building between us.

He moves slowly, lips traveling along my jaw, down my throat, teeth grazing my collarbone. The friction between our bodies builds rapidly. His fingers slip from my breasts, drifting lower, teasing along the edge of my waistband. My hips move restlessly against him, wordlessly asking for more.

His lips pause against my neck, breath warm and steady. "Say it," he whispers.

I breathe out, the words shaking softly, honest and unguarded. "Please."

His fingers unbutton my jeans, making every small movement matter. My breath hitches again when his fingertips slide lower, beneath the fabric, brushing against sensitive skin.

Heat blooms sharply, dizzyingly fast. I press into him, hips shifting instinctively against his hand. He pauses briefly, teasing, until my nails dig lightly into his chest.

"Nico," I whisper impatiently.

He laughs softly, a low rumble against my throat, and his fingers slip deeper, finally sliding along my folds. My breath catches, body tensing and arching instinctively against his touch.

"Good?" he murmurs again, voice heated.

"So good," I breathe, hips moving softly, chasing more friction, more sensation.

His touch grows firmer, thumb circling slowly, confidently. Pleasure builds quickly, racing along every nerve, making my breath quicken and shudder in my chest. Nico watches me intently, savoring every reaction, every small gasp or tremble.

He leans in again, voice rough and quiet beside my ear. "Trust me?"

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