“Fuck, Nella,” he said. “You feel too good. You know that?”
“I’m aware I bring value.”
His laugh broke into a groan when I tightened around him.
“You like making this difficult,” he said.
“I like making you work.”
“Then keep taking me like that.”
My nails dug into his back.
“That sounded like an instruction,” I said.
“That was a request.”
“You’re learning.”
His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. “I’m motivated.”
My back arched. “That’s cheating.”
“That’s service.”
“You’re not staff.”
“No.” Nico kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’m worse.”
I should’ve had a comeback.
Then his thumb circled again, and all I had was his name.
Pleasure gathered faster this time, fed by his body inside mine, his hand between us, and the rough scrape of stubble against my jaw. The little red chili pepper tattoo on my wrist flashed against his shoulder when I braced myself there, and Nico lowered his head as my pulse kicked harder under my skin.
His mouth moved to my neck.
He stopped there, breathing hard.
His teeth grazed my skin.
Every muscle in him locked.
“Nella,” he said.
I knew what he was asking before the rest of the sentence came.
I turned my head, giving him more of my throat. “Say it.”
His voice was rough. “I want to bite you.”
Heat flashed so hard I clenched around him.
He groaned.
“Hard enough to mark?” I asked.
“Only if you tell me to.”
