Page 92 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“I want to touch you,” I whispered, my breathing erratic. His teeth nipped the delicate flesh along my neck, setting off an inferno inside me. My hands frantically took off his shirt next, hungry for his naked skin.

I finally got my confirmation - he had a tattoo on his lower neck, his chest, and one whole sleeve. A fierce wolf on his chest stared at me. I couldn’t make out the details of his other ink.

Next time, I promised myself. There was something so damn hot about seeing him go from a clean cut man in an expensive suit to this. Even in the dark of the room, I could see he was beautiful, his abs solid, his muscles strong.

He kicked off his shoes, followed by his socks, but his pants stayed on. I wanted them gone. My hand looped through his belt, fumbling with it. I didn’t get far, losing my train of thought as his mouth latched on to my neck, nipping hard. A yelp escaped me, and he followed up with a brush of his tongue.

My heartbeat in my throat, this need clawing at me, I couldn’t get enough. Every inch of my body burned for him. My breasts were heavy, my nipples tight. His mouth closed around them and a throaty sigh escaped.

“Please,” I breathed, the desire thick in my veins. My hands wrapped around his nape holding on for balance, my fingers trailing the back of his neck. His flesh was hot, like a heater turned to its highest setting.

His palms gripped my ass, kneading the flesh. This sensation was so foreign, something I had never felt before. His fingers slid low, brushing against my back entrance. My body reacted before my mind protested and my hips rolled against his hands for more.

“Fuck.” His voice was rough.

His hand slid further, his one finger pushing inside of me without a warning. My head fell back against the wall, my eyes fluttering shut. He fingerfucked me slowly, in and out, the pressure building between my legs, promising me the heights only this man could deliver. The pleasure coiled deep inside my belly, needing more, meeting his thrusts.

Before the pleasure overtook me, he pulled his finger out of me, leaving emptiness behind.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, and I instantly obeyed. He moved us over to the large bed, sitting himself on the edge of it and me straddling his lap. My hips rocked against his thigh, the material of his pants causing a delightful friction.

“Greedy,” he groaned, his mouth latching onto my breast, dragging his teeth across my sensitive nipple and then sucking it slowly. I didn’t know whether he was talking about me or himself, and I didn’t care.

I fucking needed more.

I swayed against him, my sensitive, throbbing pussy probably leaving wet marks on his pants.

“Oh God,” I moaned, running my hand through his hair. His hand came in between our bodies, rubbing back and forth, a firm, hot pressure against my clit. This man lit my body from the inside out.

“You are fucking mine,” he growled against my skin, marking it with his teeth.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I rocked my hips mindlessly. If he’d asked me to give him my forever now, I would. Whatever he wanted, as long as he made this hot buildup inside me burst into the sweetest pleasure.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth, then slid two fingers deep inside me. It was the sweetest damn torture. The night air in the bedroom filled with our moans, wet sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of me while the fire burned in my belly with a blaze only he could sate.

His mouth on my skin was rough, leaving evidence of it all over my pale flesh. It felt good; I wanted it hard. He kissed me with his lips, tongue, and teeth, while his fingers slipped in and out of me faster and harder, pulling wetness to my clit and a coiled, tight pleasure exploded through my veins. It burned like an inferno, consuming and wild. With a cry, I came hard. A violent shudder fluttered through my body before the heat spread and white lights swam behind my eyelids.

As I came back down, the deep rasp of his voice rumbled through me. “I fucking love the way your body responds to me.”

Our eyes met and his were full of reverence or awe. I couldn’t read him. His eyes were heavy-lidded, the color of dark, stormy clouds, pulling me into its depths.

His fingers slid out of my entrance and my cheeks flushed hot. I watched him in fascination as he brought his hand up, slowly licking his fingers clean. Our eyes locked, his hand around my nape pulled me to his lips and before he kissed me, his next words set me on fire all over again.

“Taste yourself on my lips.” His voice was hoarse. Our lips met, the taste of him and my wetness intoxicating. Our tongues brushed together, setting match to my flames and turning them into a raging inferno.

This couldn’t be healthy. I didn’t care for healthy; I wanted another dose of his high.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered against my lips, his tone harsh.

I lifted off of him, my arousal smeared over his pants. I sat on my ass, my eyes on him. There was restraint and a hardness in his eyes, matching his tone, that made my heart drum against my ribcage, sending fear down my spine. Benito’s words flashed in my mind, ruining this moment.

His gaze flashed at my hesitance.

“Nico?” I called out softly to him. There was darkness, a dominance, in him. It called to me, but fucking Benito planted a seed of fear into me. “Just-just don’t hurt me,” I whispered low, crawling backwards, my eyes never leaving him.

The fragrance around the room enveloped me, the mixture of my arousal and Nico’s scent. A deep forest, a manly scent that I first got a whiff of in the restaurant all those weeks ago. Holding my stare, he slipped his pants off, and boxers followed. I drew my tongue across my bottom lip, tempted to lift and lick every damn inch of him.

My husband had a body worth worshiping. The ink on his chest and neck was barely visible in darkness, though it definitely needed more of my attention. Hunger crawled up my spine, mixing with fear and anxiety. His thick cock was hard.

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