Page 24 of Wicked Vows
“I didn’t expect you to enjoy this so much.”His movements slow, and he kisses me softly.“I didn’t expect it to be this fucking good.”
I don’t know if he’s right, but everything is happening too fast for me to worry.“Does it always feel like this?”I wonder aloud.“Will you always want me like this?”I mean to come off as though I’m teasing, but the words come out sounding desperate, too needy.
“I hope so, wife.I fucking hope so.”Without warning, he rolls us on the mattress, putting me on top.In control.He allows me to catch my breath and find my bearings.Lets me explore his body urgently and eagerly with my fingers and my mouth.
I touch and taste every inch of him I can, paying attention to what makes him moan.What makes his cock twitch inside me.What has him pulling away.
When he’s had enough of my play, he moves us again.Taking back control, his movements are more hurried.Almost clumsy as he thrusts faster and harder.I watch him, fascinated by the faces and sounds he makes.Every grunt, pull of his lips, every breath is beautiful.
“I’m going to come,” he tells me.Warmth floods me.His movements slow to a crawl nearly as he collapses on top of me.“Fuck, baby.Fuck.”He slides a hand between us as his cock slips out of me.He continues to play with my pussy, rubbing his cream all over me.Shoving it back inside me when it leaks onto the sheets.
Nico smiles and gathers me up in his arms, bringing us so close I can’t tell where his heartbeat ends and mine begins.He kisses my forehead, my temple, the tip of my nose.
I lay in his arms breathless and happy.
I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, either.Not as much as I do.I didn’t think I’d tremble under him and want all he has to give.I didn’t know I’d feel so connected to him.Like we’re one body.One soul.
I run my fingers through his hair.Trace the muscles and veins of his arms.I kiss the hollow space at the bottom of his throat.Then, I climb onto his lap, ready to do it all again, missing his warmth.Missing the way he felt inside me.I rock against him, as his erection grows again.
I never want to leave this bed.
I never want to leave him.
“We should head back,” he tells me as he tosses the last of our takeout in the garbage, bursting my happy little bubble.
The one that has held only the two of us for three days.
For three days I’ve had Nico all to myself.For three days we’ve made love.We’ve chatted.I learned that when he was a boy, he killed a man who had tried to hurt his mother.An enemy of his father broke into the manor.Forced Nico to watch him rape her.When he tried to hurt my husband in the same way, he bit off the man’s dick.
Nico’s mother killed herself, and his father remarried Marco’s mother.Marco is his adopted brother, not blood brother.The two of them have always felt more like rivals than brothers.
He still refuses to talk about Catherine.I don’t push but I am frustrated by his silence when it comes to discussing her.
We leave the city behind.Returning to the cold manor.To the house that hates me as much as I dislike it and the ghosts that inhabit its walls.
Nico is being distant again.
There’s something about this house that changes him.
That pulls him away from me.
We’ve been back for two days, and he’s hardly spoken three words to me.He’s been in his office with his men, going over plans of attack on an enemy.The men who threatened my father and our family.I know he’s under pressure, but I miss the man from the apartment.The man who chased me.The man who made love to me like his life depended on being with me.
The house is silent.Too quiet.Not even the whispers are present.
I put on the red dress and slip into my husband’s room.He’s asleep.The covers are pulled down to his waist, showing off his abs.I kick off my shoes and crawl onto the bed to kneel next to him.I press my lips to his stomach, but he doesn’t stir.Dark shadows line his eyes, and I wonder if this is the first time he’s slept in days.
I pull the covers down further, exposing his naked boy completely.His cock is semi-erect.I put my mouth on him there, having zero idea what I’m doing.I only know that I want to kiss him on the head of his veiny dick.The second my mouth closes around him, his fingers seek purchase on my scalp.
A moan leaves his lips, but he doesn’t speak.His hips begin to move, and I suck him deeper between my lips as they burn and stretch to accommodate his girth and length.
Tears trickle down my cheeks as they hollow.
Nico fucks my mouth until he’s about to come.When I think he’s going to erupt, he grabs me under my arms and pulls me upward.My teeth catch on his skin, but he doesn’t complain.Wordlessly, he yanks my dress over my head and tosses it somewhere in the room.
“I only come inside you,” he finally speaks.I seat myself on his lap, and he slides right into my pussy.I grip his shoulders and grind down on him, wanting to fill his warmth.Needing our connection to return.To remind him, he said it himself that I make him feel alive.
He uses my body and is coming within minutes, spilling his seed inside me.The moment he does, he pushes me to the side.
