Page 47 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

Nick’s soft laughter warmed my heart. “Focus on my touch, baby.”

When his lips caressed my folds, I wanted to whine, to cry out with relief, to jerk my hips toward him and deepen the slide of his tongue. Instead, I laid there silently, my hands clenching the bedcovers as he kissed every abused inch of me, never straying from his gentle touches.

“God, I missed this pussy,” he muttered, so quietly, so reverently, I wasn’t sure if it was a benediction or a prayer. “And here you are again, wide open before me, so pretty and pink and soaking wet for me.”

He licked a long stripe up my center, but I caught the guttural moan before it could escape.

“Good girl,” he said, then flicked his tongue through my folds until I had to fight not to writhe in his grasp. “You taste so damn good,” he said.

He licked and kissed and explored every inch of my core, building a slow delicious tension in my belly until I wasready to brave the pain of his punishment and beg for satisfaction.

As if he recognized how close I was, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked until I shattered, bliss exploding through my limbs as I sobbed his name. Tears burst out of me, shaking through the aftershocks of my orgasm, as if the dam holding them deep in my soul had collapsed, overcome with relief that I wasn’t entirely broken, that Sergio hadn’t taken this from me.

“That’s my good girl, let it out,” Nick murmured against my skin. “You’re fucking perfect. Gorgeous, smart, tougher than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

He slid a finger inside of me and fucked me with it, slowly and languorously, as tears dripped down my face.

“It’s too much,” I whined as he continued to suck at my overstimulated clit. “Nick, please.”

Instead of answering me, he slapped the inside of my thigh, hard. “I determine when it’s too much, baby, not you. Use your safeword if you want me to stop.”

He crooked his fingers inside me, and I exploded again. “I missed you so goddamned much,” he muttered against me as he continued to work me. I cried out as a third climax crested over me, wiping out my uncertainties, leaving only sweet lassitude in its wake.

“Nick, I need you, I need to touch you,” I said softly, dragging my fingers through his blond hair. “Please.”

He stripped his clothes with efficient movements as I watched, my eyes tracing over his hard abs and the thick muscles of his thighs.

“You fucking ran off, Sofia,” he said. “And I want to be the uncomplicated man you need, but Jesus Christ, please have some goddamned sense next time.”

“Dante’s already promised a punishment for that.” Istretched, watching him as he towered over me beside the bed, unable to believe that he was here, that we were here together, that I wasn’t?—

No, I wouldn’t allow my mind to go down that path. I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t traumatized. I wasn’t going to shy away from sex because my ex was a violent asshole who?—

“Get out of your head, Sofia,” Nick said softly. I couldn’t read the emotions in his eyes as he stared down at me, fisting his cock and stroking it with slow, sure pumps.

“You promised you’d make me forget,” I challenged, smiling to take away any sting from my words.

“Youarebratting,” he said, and I fell a little bit in love with the wonder in his eyes as he settled in beside me on the bed, lying on his side so he could trail his fingers over my body.

“You’re so soaked for me, so wet and hot and needy, a perfect slut for me,” he said, stroking his fingers through my folds. “Hold onto the headboard,” he commanded.

When I looked at him quizzically instead of moving, he slapped my pussy, hard enough to hurt until the agony turned into a blissful burn, sharp need coursing through me.

“Nick,” I whined.

“You’re so busy showing me what aneedyslut you are, you forgot about being agoodslut, didn’t you?”

Hurriedly, I reached up above my head, searching blindly for the slats in the headboard.

“That’s my good girl,” he said as he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, enveloping it in wet heat. “I want you to hold still and not make a sound. Can you do that for me again?”

I nodded frantically, desperate for skin to skin contact, tofeel his body against mine, to take refuge in his never-ending strength and compassion.

With soft touches and gentle caresses, he wove a spell around the two of us until nothing else mattered but each brush of his fingers against my body, each kiss a salve on my wounded soul.

Each time I twitched or whined, he pinched a nipple or slapped my thigh before laving the spot with his tongue, soothing me at the same time that the pain sent me soaring until I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a thought, except for the fiery need that enveloped every inch of my body.

When he finally settled between my thighs, I let go of the headboard to wrap my arms around him. I moaned as he entered me, the stretch painful and deeply pleasurable at the same time.

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