Page 47 of Depths of Desire
“But you said you can hear my heartbeat from a long way off. How come?”
Nico focuses on me again. “I’m not sure, but it’s been the case since I first saw you at Renzo and Mia’s engagement dinner.” He inclines his head and presses his lips to my shoulder.
Heat blooms in my cheeks. I have no idea why I’m embarrassed, but I am. That’s not true. I do know. I felt the connection to Nico that night, too, but I thought it was just too much wine.
“You feel it too,” he says.
“I…possibly. At the moment, I’m not sure what I feel.” No need to tell the truth. No need to share anymore of myself. There seems to be so little that is mine alone these days. “If you can hear me and you know my scent, why didn’t you know I was on the ship?”
He chuckles. “Because I wasn’t looking for you. I was preoccupied with the men who were trying to kill me.”
I chuckle. “Fair, I guess.”
Nico touches my face. “So glad you agree.” He shifts his hand until his palm rests on the curve of my breast, and now the tip of his pinky traces a circle over my nipple.
The tingling between my legs intensifies, and I want to squirm but force myself to hold still to see where this will go.
He’s a vampire, and I shouldn’t want him. Shouldn’t crave his touch. Should never want to wrap my legs around his hips and draw him deep into my body. But I do. God help me, I do.
“What are you doing to me, Nico?”
His smile is quicksilver. “I should think that was obvious, sunshine.” He slips his thigh over my legs, lodging his knee under mine. “I want you.”
His position leaves no doubt about his desire. His shaft is hard against my hip. I finally give in to the urge to squirm, turning just enough to move his thigh higher. He must have known what I needed because suddenly, his thick muscles are pressed to my clit, and his hand is firmly massaging my breast.
He squeezes, and my mouth falls open. I can’t help it. I’m panting, eager for more.
Nico lowers his face toward mine but doesn’t fully close the distance. “I can smell you now, sunshine. I think you want me as much as I want you.”
I shake my head. “I don’t think it is possible for you to want me more.” I lift my chin. “Are you going to kiss me?”
His expression turns serious. “There is no walking away from this, once we’re done. You understand?”
Was he telling me this was some strange, ritual passage, where he fucks me and I’m eternally his? All chances of running from Malrick and my father would vanish? Was that really what I wanted? Right now, I only knew one thing. I wanted Nico to press into me, to seal his warm flesh to mine, to brand me with the heat of his cock and make me forget anything else, vampires, magickal creatures, family, and friends, existed.
I cup his cheek and encourage him to close the distance between our lips. “I understand,” I whisper.
Then all opportunity to speak is gone. His mouth is hot and firm on mine. Boldly, he dips his tongue into my mouth, and he skims his hand down my torso, over my waist, along my hips, and into the front of my panties.
I arch at the first touch of his thumb on my clit. His tongue moves in my mouth as he slips a fingertip inside my sheath. My hips rock, trying to pull his digits in further. The hair on his crown is soft under my fingers when I spear them through the dark curls.
“You are so responsive, my little sunshine,” he murmurs over my lips. “Your greedy little cunt is wet for me. Slick. Warm. Needy.” He punctuates each word with a kiss and a deep thrust of his fingers. First one, then he adds a second with his next word. But the time he arrives at his third word, he is working three fingers in me, His thumb never leaves my clit.
The trail of fire along my nerves, starting with what is happening between my thighs, sears me. Brands me. He ismaking me his, and his alone. Tension spools higher within me, my breath is coming fast and hard, and my body feels like it is spiraling toward competition.
“Nico, god,” I say as I rock my hips and arch my spine, trying to find the edge. “I’m going to come.”
He shifts his hand between my legs, working his fingers in me, pressing the heel of his hand on the bundle of nerves pressing hard and rubbing, the friction nearly unbearable. “Vita mia.Let go, my love,”he groans as he lowers his head to my breast. Using his chin, he moves the covering lace beneath the swell and then sucks deep and hard.
The tug of his lips and then his teeth, the rush of his fingers inside me, the endearmentVita mia, telling me I was his one and only, brought me to the edge and pitched me over.
My scream of release was accompanied by a colorful swirl of light. The tension that had coiled within me flies free. Nico continues to move his hand between my legs, and god, I never want him to stop.
Eventually, my breath evens out, and I collapse my spine against the mattress.
Nico lifts over me, and I spread my legs wide to accommodate him. His cock is nestled into my hip bone, and his kiss is insatiable.
“Vita mia,” he calls me again. “You can still change your mind. If we proceed, you will belong to me.”
