Page 134 of Desperate Crimes
Nico moans like I’m giving him oxygen, like I’m salvation.
He licks me through the shudders, through the aftershocks, until I’m begging—whimpering—too sensitive to take more.
When he finally pulls away, he kisses the inside of my thigh like he’s sealing a prayer.
Then he stands.
I watch, dazed, as he unbuttons his shirt, each flick of his fingers revealing more golden skin, more ink, more muscle built to destroy.
His slacks drop.
The rest follows.
He’s magnificent.Towering.Fierce.
His cock is hard and heavy, flushed dark with need.
And it’s all for me.
He reaches for a small box I didn’t notice, sitting on the side of the bed.A jeweler’s box.My eyes open.
“They had to resize it, so it wasn’t ready when I got yours.”
He lifts a band identical to mine, gold and platinum and perfect.
He slides it on.
Nico stands there naked.Unashamed.Devastating.
His face wet with my pleasure.
His cock thick and proud.
Fuck.I love him.
I love him so much it hurts.
“This here is a symbol of my vow to you, Princess.Just like this,” he says, tapping a finger to the snake and rose tattoo on his chest.
I blink.
Is that new?
Still red around the edges, I note a new addition to the ink.Just on the other side of the rose is a black wolf, and the viper’s body has been elongated to encircle both.
“W-when?”
“Finished it this morning.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you get it?I got this for you, Princess.All for you.”
“Nico,” I say his name like a prayer.
Like he’s the answer to all my deepest, darkest dreams.Because he is.
He climbs onto the bed, gripping my thighs and yanking me down until my hips are at the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide.
