Page 20 of His Nephew's Ex
The lamplight catches the gold flecks in her brown eyes as she stares up at me, breathing hard, her lips swollen from our kisses. She’s never looked more beautiful or more dangerous to everything I thought I knew about myself.
“Last chance,” I whisper, cupping her face with hands that have spilled blood tonight but somehow feel clean when they touch her skin. “I’m a man who won’t be denied, but there are things I don’t take without permission. Tell me to leave,stellina. Tell me you want to wait for someone better, someone who deserves you.”
Her smile is sharp, knowing, absolutely devastating. “I tried the waiting thing,” she says quietly. “Turns out it was overrated. I’m done with all that bullshit now, Simeone. I’m attracted to you. You’re attracted to me. We have chemistry, so why not act on it?”
The words shatter every noble intention I had left. She reaches for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion, and the sight of her, all smooth skin and perfect curves, wearing nothing but black lace makes my mouth water, and nearly brings me to my knees.
“Dio mio,” I breathe, reaching for her with reverent hands. “You’re perfect.”
“Be gentle,” she whispers as I pull her close, and there’s a hesitation in her voice that I haven’t heard before. “Don’t forget that it’s—”
“Your first time.”
Her confirmation and consent don’t calm the beast in me, instead, it feeds it, and changes its nature entirely. It’s no longer just hunger, but ownership. No longer just want, but theabsolute certainty that she’s about to become as addicted to me as I already am to her.
I’ll be her first. I’ll show her pleasure and passion; take her to new heights she never knew existed.
“I’ll be gentle, little star,” I promise. “But only the first time. Once I’ve made you mine, I’ll break you with pleasure over and over again.”
“You talk too much,” she complains, but her voice shakes, and I know my words have ignited something molten between her legs.
“Let’s see how I can put my mouth to better use, shall we?”
I lift her onto the bed with little effort, depositing her gently on the duvet before climbing over her. The first kiss is gentle, coaxing, designed to lower her inhibitions like I’m setting bait on a hook. This time she tastes like desire and toothpaste, and I revel in the mixture of sweet and spicy as I tease her tongue with my own.
Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair as she arches beneath me. There’s no space between us now—not room for distance or denials or the secrets we’ve kept from each other. Not tonight. Not here in the lamplight while she trusts me to be her guide, her teacher, the man who will make her first time everything she’s ever dreamed of.
And God, will I.
I kiss my way down her throat, marveling at the breathless moans my attention earns. I nip and suck my way to her breasts, using my tongue to tease her nipples into hard points that have her arching into my mouth.
My exploration continues—shoulders, sides, stomach, hips, settling between her thighs with determination I hope won’t overwhelm her. As impatient as I am, she’s the only priority now, and her pleasure will be mine as surely as my own.
“Simeone,” she pants, twisting her fingers in the sheets as I kiss my way up her inner thigh, tracing every dip and curve of her body with deliberate care. “You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point, stellina.” I nip her sensitive skin, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin above her soaked panties. “Sweet torture. Weren’t you the one who told me this was better than safe and predictable?”
Her sigh says it all—frustration, arousal, and desire. Her hips are already moving in sync with my hands and lips, an unconscious urge that tells me how much she needs more.
I’d be happy to give it to her.
She swears and hisses when I slip a finger under her panties, stroking her cleft as gently as I can manage. Her inner lips are already soaked, her clit swollen beneath my searching fingers.
“Stay still,” I command softly.
“I’m trying.” But even as she complains, her hips buck, seeking more friction. “It’s—”
“It’s heaven,” I whisper, making sure my lips brush against the lace barrier as I tease her. “And we’re going to spend all night in it.”
I can taste her through the lace now, musk and sweet spice that makes my mouth water for more. Impatience wars with the need to make this last, to savor every moment, to draw her into a well of pleasure I never plan to let her escape.
Slipping a finger beneath the lace, I find her silken entrance, teasing her soaked curls and stroking her engorged clit. She whimpers against my questing hand, still protesting the gentle ministrations that are a prelude to the things I plan to do to her tonight.
With a smile against her inner thigh, I use the two fingers already coated in her arousal to circle her entrance gently. The fit is tight, but I push past the resistance, easing into the heart of her warmth with steady determination, making her hiss through clenched teeth.
I crook my fingers the way I know she’ll like, massaging the sensitive front wall while my thumb strokes across her clit. Her entire body tenses beneath me, trembling on the knife’s edge of anticipation.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Is this how it feels?”
