Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

A lexandra

His.

The realization should be daunting or oppressive, but it wasn’t. I was reveling in the moment, as close to ecstasy as I knew existed.

By the time Nico returned his lips to mine, I was fabulously lost in some kind of surreal space.

As he’d done before, he pulled onto his elbows, peering down. Then his hands, pushing up until he was hovering over me. Not like a vulture, but like a man possessed.

Or obsessed.

I could only imagine him as a stalker.

Oh, what a bad girl I was.

Using his knee, he kicked my legs apart and crawled in between. He was taking it very slowly. What we were sharing was so unlike the hours before where we could have rolled naked on the ground amongst twigs and leaves, fucking as if there weren’t creatures and insects. This was more civilized, but I had to admit the primal aspect was sexy and raw.

He laughed softly and rubbed his groin back and forth. “There is no turning back.”

Was he telling me or allowing me an out? I wasn’t certain, but I remained quiet, doing nothing more than pressing my palms against his chest. I wanted to watch him. My eyes had either grown more accustomed to the darkness or perhaps he’d showered me with some of his special powers because I was certain his eyes were shimmering with flecks of gold.

“I don’t want an out.” I was being honest. He seemed to accept my answer.

The moment he pressed the tip of his cockhead against my already swollen pussy lips, I know I subjected him to the kind of moan that might tell another man ‘no.’ That’s not what I was saying, but he really didn’t know what to expect of me.

Although somehow, I doubted he was a man to take no for an answer.

I lifted my leg, bending it at the knee and rubbing it up and down his outer thigh.

He slowly turned his head as if watching the feat, hesitating just enough I almost stopped. But I’d been right about him and his needs.

With a swivel of his hips, he pressed his cock into my tight channel. It had been so long since I’d had sex with anyone, it was almost as if I’d yet to lose my virginhood.

Besides, Nico was a much more desirable first-time lover.

He held his shaft in place for a few seconds as my muscles grew accustomed to the thickness. But I was pulling on his arms, using my leg to encourage him to drive all the way inside. After a flashing grin, he did just that.

The way he thrust all the way inside confirmed his expertise, yet I didn’t feel as if I was just another number or notch on his belt. I truly felt special.

No turning back.

The words were right there, burning into my mind. Even if I didn’t truly understand all of what they meant. Maybe I did. Who was I kidding?

Or maybe I hoped for more.

Crazy.

This was just a moment.

He didn’t make me feel that way, pulling out and driving deeper inside. My muscles stretched, my entire mind blown by the sheer rapture. I clawed at him as he pumped in and out, picking up his speed until there was a perfect rhythm.

Nico remained on his hands, peering down at me with lust and curiosity. I couldn’t blink because I didn’t want to miss a second. The fucking turned more brutal, a touch like the night before. I placed my other leg in the same position as the first, using my strong thigh muscles to clamp down.

The playful side of me took over and I somehow managed to roll him over onto his back, even slamming my hands down on the bed as he’d done with me. He took that opportunity to laugh and make good on the reason he hadn’t wanted me to remove my ponytail. As he grabbed it with force, I issued a series of guttural moans.

Maybe it wasn’t very ladylike, but without his prodding, I began to ride him. I was shocked how much my muscles ached, but the pain was deliriously good, so much so I bucked hard and fast.

“Slow down, girl, or I’ll need to tie your hands to the bed.”

“Not a chance.”

I laughed and tossed my hair back and forth across his face, rocking the bed with enough force the headboard slammed against the wall.

He was grinning like a kid, happier than I thought I’d ever see him. The intimate time spent together was perfect in every way.

Even if it wouldn’t last.

I continued fucking him and he allowed it.

Until he didn’t, flipping me back over and this time yanking one arm over my head just before the other.

“What are you doing?” I whined, although the sound was more like a purr.

“Curtailing your actions. I can tell I need to.” He was having fun with this, easily wrapping one hand around both wrists as he’d done in the forest.

Truth be told, I allowed him to.

The game was fun, still full of passion. I was shocked his cock was still buried deep inside and he didn’t waste any time, pulling out until the tip was just inside then slamming into me again. He could really rock the bed more so that I could.

I wrapped both legs around his hips, our coupling something off the charts. A fire was building between us, starting in our cores. I was letting go in a way I didn’t think I could, surrendering to him even though our actions weren’t a traditional dominating and submitting scenario.

Yet.

Why did I have a feeling that was coming?

The wild thoughts were driven away as the pleasure skyrocketed. Maybe five seconds passed and my entire body exploded with sensations rocketing through me.

“Oh, God. I… You’re going to make me come.”

I wasn’t entirely certain if my voice was even recognizable.

“Perfect. Come for me then, little flower. Come on my cock.” His words were more of a growl as well as a command.

My toes curled, my skin tingling to the point of madness and as the climax built into a wildfire, I arched my back as much as possible. A scream was bubbling, but he captured it, causing the intense moan to slide into my throat.

No words could accurately capture the moment. None. It was perfect in every way. He didn’t stop moving, his rhythm pushing the single orgasm, keeping it going.

What I hadn’t expected was a second one to erupt right after the first. Now I screamed into his mouth. There was nothing else I could do.

When I started coming down from the rafters, a feeling of more euphoria washed through me.

As well as exhaustion.

I closed my eyes, whimpering as soon as he broke the kiss.

He resumed kissing my lips and my cheeks, moving to my throat and chest. I’d never felt so relaxed. I could feel a warm glow sliding slowly over us.

I had a feeling he felt it as well. He finally collapsed on top of me, shifting his weight so he wouldn’t crush me.

Not that I would have cared.

Sex wasn’t supposed to end so sweetly, with the man enjoying the moment enough to caress your body as you drifted off to sleep.

Was it?

Nico

I’d done some stupid as fuck things in my life. I was certain my mother could list at least a hundred various things that had either almost cost me my life, or caused a severe injury or time spent in jail. The time I’d driven a car I wasn’t familiar with in excessive speeds while rounding curves had likely been top of the list and would be there forever.

It had been reckless, the car totaled while I’d come out without a scratch. My father had never let me live it down. I’d spent summers for five years ‘trying’ to pay for the car. Right. It had been to teach me a lesson.

Especially since I’d been thirteen when I’d taken it without permission. What I’d just done was pretty close to that. My dick had been doing the thinking. I’d had every intention of leaving the room, but when Alexandra had asked me to stay, I’d lost myself in wanting to protect her.

And caress her.

And fondle her.

And fuck her.

I stood with one hand on the now closed glass door, staring out at the shimmering lights of the pool while I sipped on what was left of the bottle of wine. It was late or early, depending on how you looked at it.

I’d need to take a shower soon and get ready for business.

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

I really wanted to stay right here, but that wasn’t an option. This wasn’t a fantasy where the two of us could remain for as long as we wanted.

My eyes were burning as much as my cock was throbbing.

I’d told her there was no turning back. I never said anything I didn’t mean, but the idiocy of doing so meant I’d just landed myself the strongest weakness I could ever have. Maybe my father’s ghost was laughing.

Hissing, I threw back the rest of the wine. On top of the catastrophic position I’d placed myself in, I was likely to have a wine hangover. Well, I deserved it.

After she fell asleep, I should have grabbed my clothes and left.

But here I was.

Maybe I was a glutton for punishment.

Stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself or trying to deny how you feel. This is exactly what you want.

Yeah, that was the truth. I could do my best to shove her aside as I’d unsuccessfully done before, but that would only alienate her to the point the break might not be healed.

While the consequences were high, the thought of losing her was much worse. It wasn’t just all about chemistry either, although there was plenty of that. What we shared was more intrinsic. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I would need to try to get just a couple of hours’ sleep or I wouldn’t function the way I should the next day.

My phone was still in my trousers along with my weapon. I needed to glance at the cameras that were currently installed to make myself feel better if nothing else. Too early. Too great of a distance.

But I always followed my gut.

I placed the empty glass on the table and headed around the bottom of the bed. By the time I got to the other side, Alexandra had thrown off the covers, revealing her long legs and voluptuous body. She could stop any man in his tracks.

By the time I grabbed my trousers, pulling the phone into my hand, she’d rolled onto her stomach. Filthy thoughts entered my mind. Ignoring them, I ran my finger across the screen of my iPhone, shifting to the security system. Camera by camera, I searched the night, the lens angles providing an excellent picture of the grounds and gate.

I could rest easier for now, but as one day shifted into the next, that wouldn’t be so easy.

Her moan caught my attention and I immediately jerked my head in her direction. She was writhing on the bed. Dear God, the woman was tempting. My mind shifted to when she’d called me cumpari . Godfather. I had a feeling she’d used the Italian term on purpose because it held two meanings.

She was feisty and could be spiteful, which was something else I adored about her. As her little sleep-filled sounds continued, another rush of need and emotions startled me and words slipped from my mouth in Italian before I could think about them.

“ Non ti lascerò mai andare .”

I will never let you go.

I meant it more than I’d meant anything in a long time. That terrified me more than enemies or danger, bullets or death.

Tossing the trousers aside as I’d done before, the fact my cock was standing at full attention meant I’d yet to satisfy my needs.

I straddled her body, lowering my head to whisper in her ear, “You are mine.”

She murmured in her sleep, shifting back and forth. It was difficult not to be rough with her and I wasn’t certain why. Nothing about her behavior defied me to the point of madness. Maybe the entire situation did.

With no sense of decency cropping up, I dragged her onto her knees, now holding her by her fabulous ponytail. Hair was loosely falling to the side, but the hold was perfect. I should require her to wear a ponytail at all times for my use only.

“What are you doing?” she asked. I was shocked she didn’t fight me, thinking I was a monster.

She’d murmured during the night too, the dream bothering the hell out of me. It was obvious Adonis had threatened her in such a way, she’d manifested the violent incident into her dreams.

I would kill the fucking bastard for what he’d put her through.

“What am I doing?” I repeated. “I’m fucking you. I can’t get enough.”

She wiggled in my hold, which enticed me even further. This wasn’t about intense passion or learning her body. More of that would come with time. This was about meeting my needs. I was still a man with hungers that had been awakened as if from the dead.

By my goddaughter.

It was time to toss out that word, never to use it either mentally or verbally again. Especially since I’d just driven the entire length of my cock into her slickened folds. She’d been so tight the first time and still was, only wetter than she’d been before.

I kept my hold on her ponytail and she bucked against me as I fucked her. We were moving together as if one, our bodies perfectly matched. I wanted nothing more than to keep going for hours, but I certainly didn’t have the endurance I once did.

But this moment was perfection, the way her muscles clamped down everything a man could want and more.

I could feel she was close to another orgasm. I had a feeling no man had taken the time to pleasure her the way she deserved.

Her soft mews and tiny moans continued to fuel the fire burning deep within. As her body stiffened, I pumped harder. It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed this so much; the sound of my skin slamming into hers almost fulfilled every need.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.”

Every sound she made was perfect, soft yet inviting, so seductive it made me growl like a beast. Her climax seemed to last for an extended period of time and both my cock and balls were aching.

I didn’t question what I was about to do. In claiming her earlier, it meant I was taking all of her. Every inch. I pulled out, pressing the tip against her asshole. She stiffened, trying to toss her head over her shoulder.

“That will hurt!” It seemed her words were more clinical than emotional.

“No, my little flower. Some discomfort only. Trust me.”

“I do, but…”

“Just trust me.” I wanted her to. I needed for her to trust me. It was important on every level. To keep her safe.

To keep her from going off the deep end.

To keep her as mine.

As soon as I pressed another inch inside, she arched her back, clawing the bedding.

“Breathe,” I told her, whispering other words in Italian that she couldn’t understand, but I knew would comfort her. I rubbed her back, running my finger down her spine. I even cracked my hand against her bottom. She yelped and laughed, widening her legs without me asking her to do so.

She had a way of making a man feel like a king. Everything was surreal and I continued on, pushing another inch inside while trying to allow her to become used to the wide girth.

And the filthy moment surrounding it.

My mind continued to tell me that she was a good girl and I was defiling her. So be it. A grin crossed my face all over again. When I became fully seated inside, her moans of distress instantly turned to ones of pleasure.

Unable to help myself, I smacked her bottom for a second and third time, adoring her sounds and pretend cries of pain. The way she’d been in the woods had told me many things about her. She did like it rough. But more important, she’d craved a man awakening her.

I would do much more of that.

The feeling of being buried deep in her dark hole was sinfully delicious. I kept it there for a full minute before pulling out, driving into her again.

It was almost impossible to keep up a rhythm like I’d done before. I was crazed with desire, which wasn’t like me. But as she bucked against every one of my thrusts, I was certain I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I cracked my hand against her twice more, still grinning. My body was already tensing, the powerful moment we’d shared half the day still burning a hole in my mind, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I held back as long as I could, panting and grunting in the end like a wild animal. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? I wasn’t ready to tell her.

As my balls filled with seed, she shifted into the temptress all over again and squeezed her muscles with everything she had.

In a split second, I erupted deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

I’d claimed her.

My beautiful little flower.

My possession.

My obsession.

Sadly, at some point reality would rear its ugly head. But I would deal with it. And I would destroy, hunt, and kill any man who tried to take her away from me.

That was my pledge.