Page 48 of Depths of Desire
It would be so lovely to belong to anyone, but most especially to this man. I couldn’t recall a time when I’d ever felt I belonged to someone. Not my family. Not really even to my friends. And certainly, never to a man.
“I want this, Nico. I want you.” I lifted my mouth to his and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, opening myself wide to him. Not just my body, but my soul.
His lips curved, as if he knew what I was offering. He ripped the panties from my lower half, then deftly unsnapped my bra. He dragged the fabric off my shoulders and threw it over the side of the bed. Then he brushed my hands away when I reached to help him get rid of his boxer-briefs. More than anything, I want to get my hands around his girth, test the weight of him, and guide him into my body.
He rises from the bed and shoves the black material to the floor. His long shaft bounces against his washboard abs as he steps free of the fabric,
Then he stretched out on the bed next to me. His flesh is hot against mine, and I revel in the heat. Want to be burned by him.
He moved one hand to my breast, and the other between my legs to guide himself into me. Each delicious inch was a present, best unwrapped slowly. His hips rocked, he slipped a little deeper, He squeezed my breast tightly, and my god, the pain was exquisite. I’d never wanted the kind of pleasure-pain I was feeling now, and idly wondered why the hell not.
When Nico’s pubic bone touched mine, and he was in as deep as any man had ever been, he rolled our bodies until he was prone on the bed, straining up into me. My knees found purchase on either side of his hips as they rolled into me.
His kisses grew frenzied, his tongue moving in time with each stroke of his cock. The muscles inside me clenched and coiled. He gripped my nape with one hand and the fingers on his other hand dug deeply into the flesh of my ass.
I felt weightless, floating on the wave of his passion, flowing constantly toward the shore, but never reaching it. I undulated against his hard frame, trying to pull him deeper in me, but for some reason, gravity didn’t seem to be present in the room.
Nico kissed along the column of my throat, and a tempting scrape of his teeth heightened the pleasure I experienced. When he moved his hand along the seam of my ass and touched thepuckered hole there, I squeaked and lifted my hips. I didn’t know where this would lead, but I wanted to find out.
He lifted his hips, thrusting hard into my sheath at the exact moment he slipped his finger into my asshole. I thought my head might blow off with the intense pleasure. Eyes tightly shut, my moan was long, sibilant. I wanted more. I rocked my hips along with his, and his finger slipped deeper inside my ass. The pressure between his cock in my sheath and his finger, no fingers, in my ass was sublime. I squeezed my thighs tighter around his hips and arched my back, lifting my torso away from his, my breasts rubbing over his mouth.
“Open your eyes,vita mia,” Nico commanded. “See what you do to us.”
I complied, and at first couldn’t understand what I was seeing. Our bodies are suspended three feet above the mattress. I gasp from the unexpected view, and from the depth of his thrusts within me, with his dick and his finger.
I plant my hands on his shoulders and arch, then push backward on his fingers and cock. Each rock and roll of our bodies together is magic, invigorating and sensual. Our bodies lift higher as need tightens both of us.
“Nico, I’m…” Oh god, I can finish my thought before my release erupts like a volcano, hot and spewing.
Under me, he groans his release and surges deep within me. Around us, light swirls as our breaths heave in time. I collapse on his chest and slowly, with his cock still buried deep within me, we sink back to the bed.
“I’ve never…” I begin as we once again rest on the mattress.
“I haven’t either,” Nico admits, his fingertips trailing along my spine as I sprawl atop him.
“Never once in four hundred years?” I tease. Interesting. Was this because of the blessing or curse the witch placed on my mother when she tried to conceive? When Nico and I cametogether, was the result supernatural because of my ability to read auras? Or were we just magical together?
Nico rolls our bodies until I’m beneath him once more. “Never.” His smile is seductive, wicked, even. “But I’m eager to see if we can recreate that again.”
He lowers his face to mine once more and begins his experiment.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“So, tell me what you found out. In detail,” I say to Kael Thorne, the half-fae shadowmancer who has been my right hand for years. Kael was raised in the darker underground of the magickal realm. He specializes in manipulating shadows and concealment magic, which has made him invaluable to me over the years. He is utterly loyal to me, not because of a spell or by blood, but because I saved his life years ago.
Kael leans back in his chair and flicks his black hair out of his ash colored eyes—a habit he’s had for as long as I’ve known him—and says, “It depends on what he does. There are a couple of different options.”
I can’t keep the frustration out of my voice. “What are they?”
He nods, as if he knows how maddening this is for me. “First, he can go to the Council of Kings and tell them that there was a prior agreement in place and that he was on his way to get the contracts approved before she went missing. The thing is, he made that agreement with Luna’s mother in the last century. So, you could argue that if he was serious about it, he would’ve done it ages ago.”
“Right…”
“He could argue that Luna was too young at the time, so it didn’t matter then, and that she’s only just now of marrying age. So now he’s applying for the contract.”
My stomach tightens. I grind my teeth. “So, what you’re telling me is… he could actually get the contract approved?”
Kael hesitates. “I won’t sugarcoat it, Nico. He could.”
