Page 114 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“Fuuuuck,” I hissed breathily.

The deep rumble in his throat sent a vibration through my body. My breaths came in faster and faster, my panting loud. Good God! I wouldn’t survive this.

Both my hands grabbed his head, as if scared he’d stop, my fingers gripping his soft hair.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please… Oh, God.”

The way my body responded to Nico’s touch was exhilarating, intoxicating. His tongue slid inside me, a humming noise vibrating through every single fiber of me. The way he made me feel was magical. I panted so hard, my ears buzzed, and I made noises I had never heard myself make before.

Nico bit my clit,hard,and my body shattered, my mind spiraling out of control. He didn’t let out, licking hard, lapping every drop like it was the last drink he’d ever get.

This man was my fire. The fire quickly became inferno - dangerous and deadly.

Breathing heavily, I watched him through half-closed eyelids. He straightened, his chin glistening with evidence of my arousal and feral hunger in his eyes. His hand brushed against my cheek, and I had to fight the urge to rub my face into his big palm. He was still dressed in his three-piece suit while I sat on the marble kitchen counter naked.

Without a warning, his hand reached behind, fisting my hair into his grip. Not hard, but firm enough to control me.

His mouth clashed down on mine, his tongue pushing through my lips, the kiss hard and possessive. My body was sensitive from the orgasm that just shattered me, and he was setting off the flames all over again.

My hands frantically reached for the buttons on his vest, eager to have him naked. I needed to feel his skin under my palms, feel his heart under my fingertips. Once every button on the vest was unbuttoned, I shoved his jacket and vest off his shoulder and both fell soundlessly on the floor.

Next, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

“Fuck, why do you wear so many clothes?” I mumbled, frustrated.

He ripped the shirt off, buttons flying all around the kitchen but neither one of us cared. Both of our hands reached for his belt at the same time. Our gazes met, burning desire in both of us clear as day. Or night, in our case.

Lowering my eyes, I watched his big forearms next to my small ones. The ink on his tanned skin stark against my light skin. I reached for his hands, my fingers wrapping around his tattooed wrists, and slowly removing them. I half-expected him to stop me; he didn’t. Encouraged by it, I went to work on his belt and zipper, pushing his suit pants off.

He didn’t wear boxers, as usual, and his cock sprang free. I had never seen something so erotic. This man’s body was a work of art, making me greedy for it.

His pants fell onto the floor, the belt clanking against the tile. He kicked the pants off along with his shoes, then followed up by his socks. This man was gorgeous. With a capital G.

My eyes trailed from his tanned, muscled legs, up his torso. His hard cock was beautiful, making my mouth water. I had never particularly liked giving a blowjob. But with this man… I loved doing it. It felt empowering to have so much control over his pleasure.

Everything about this man’s body was perfect. My hands trembled as I reached for his rock solid abs, my fingers skimmed along his six pack, trailing the tattoo of the feral wolf. Nico’s skin was hot, just as I imagined the fur of a wolf would be. For the first time since we got married, it felt like I finally got to learn my husband’s body in an unrushed manner. In the kitchen, of all places.

I lightly traced the ink on his collarbone that creeped just slightly up his lower neck. The petals of a flower, a rose. So different, opposite from the wolf. It was beautiful, and the meaning behind it made my heart ache. For his loss.

My hand opened and I pressed a palm against the right side of his neck, his pulse thundering under my touch. The ache between my legs intensified again, begging to be eased. I was greedy for him, only for him.

Raising my head, our eyes met. There was something feral in the depths of his eyes. Feral and sadness, mixed in the gray stormy seas. Before I took the next breath, his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it off his body. His other hands grabbed my ass and lifted me off the counter.

“What-”

His mouth swallowed my question. Several strides and he had me pressed against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on. Taking both of my hands, he raised them above my head, pressing them against the wall.

“Don’t come until I say so,” he said against my mouth, his voice hoarse. “And keep your hands above your head.”

His hands came down to my soft hips and in one swift move, he entered me brutally, filling me to the hilt. He pushed his hips, filling me even deeper and I hissed out a breath. He lit me up, like a match to gasoline.

“Ti possiedo,” he rasped hard.

“W-what?” My brain was in scrambles.

“I own you.” His voice was rough, his mouth greedy on me. A deep part of me wanted to tell him off but the bigger part of me only sought out pleasure that I knew he could bring me. “Ti domino.”

That one I understood.I dominate you. And God did he ever!

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