Page 77 of Nicoli

I moan as the pressure starts to rise to a peak.

“Louder,” he demands, and I cry out his name as I come, pleasure radiating from my core and making every one of my nerve endings come alive. He continues to stroke me through it, and my every muscle snaps with a blissful release.

“Good girl. I want to wake up every morning and make you come before you even think about getting out of bed. Now, is that enough lovemaking for you, Hummingbird?”

“Definitely.”

“Good. Because now, I’m going to fuck you.”

I feel his muscles ripple, his body tight as he slips out and then slams back into me with such force I have to plant my palm on the velvet headboard to keep myself steady.

His labored grunts match my gasping whimpers as his hips move faster and harder, his balls slapping against my pussy. He continues this way, in, out, continuously increasing the intensity, and all too soon, I feel that familiar tug at my core again.

With one final push, reaching so fucking deep inside me, we crest together, our bodies coming apart as we climax.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, out of breath, and I feel the sweat clinging to his upper lip as he kisses my shoulder again. There is so much cum around the top of my thighs that Nicoli easily slides a finger through my ass cheeks, then gently presses against my tight hole.

“Is your ass still intact, baby girl?”

“I, um…I’ve had some…experience down there.”

“Toys?” His tone is rough and sharp as if he’s restraining himself.

“Yeah.”

He pushes part of his finger inside me, and I moan. “So this is mine, and only mine?”

“Only yours.”

“Good. I’ll take it…soon.” He swats my ass and gets out of bed.

I stretch out on my back, admiring him in all his naked glory. His body is lean and robust, with deep grooves and valleys of tight muscles. Tanned skin and sculpted chest, rounded shoulders that are broad and striking. And that ass…dear God, that tight, round ass is enough to drive me crazy. I’m not even sure if this is real or just a dream. It’s like I’ve waited to be with him for so long, and now it all seems surreal.

I sit up against the headboard and watch him slip on a black buttoned shirt. “You’re not going to take a shower?”

“Nope. I want you on my cock all day.”

Jesus, I swear my womb just did a somersault, and my ovaries exploded.

After pulling on his pants, he sits on the couch, roughing a hand through his hair. “Alexius wants us to start making appearances together. Show a united front and make connections to strengthen our presence as a couple.”

“It makes sense.” Even I can do that math.

“He and Leandra plan on taking a step back, so the spotlight is on us for a while, just until things settle.”

“Will it, though?” I bring my knees up and wrap my arms around them. “Settle?”

He sighs heavily. “I don’t know. But I don’t think Nunzio will stop scratching and digging until he finds something to use against us.”

“Then we need to ensure there’s nothing for him to find.”

“I hate attending soul-sucking social shit parties where rich men have nothing better to do than flaunt their money while their wives play dress-up. I won’t spend every night for the next six months pretending to love getting my ass kissed by people who would offer their firstborns just to have the Dark Sovereign in their corner.”

“Take me to Myth, then,” I blurt, and his expression turns to stone.

“Jesus. I think I just fucked you out of your mind.”

“I’m serious.”

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