I smile against her mouth.
“You keep saying that…” I murmur, “yet you still haven’t said no.”
Then I seal my lips over hers.
The kiss is rough, hungry, and possessive. I devour her, tongue stroking deep, claiming every gasp and whimper because they belong to me. She melts almost instantly, hands fisting in my shirt as she kisses me back like she’s starving for it.
I don’t know how I’ve managed to stay away from her for the past few days. Kissing her feels like coming home.
She tastes like sin and surrender. Sweet, warm, and so fucking addictive. She moans into my mouth, soft and needy. That sound undoes me. I growl against her lips, tilting her head back so I can kiss her deeper.
My hands move up her body, sliding under the hem of the black polo she’s wearing,myshirt. The sight of her in it does something feral to me. Possessive. She tried to run tonight, but she still put on something of mine.
I cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, and she arches into my touch with a broken whimper. I squeeze them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s panting against my mouth.
I break the kiss just enough to trail my lips down her neck, sucking on her pulse point as my hand slides lower. I slip my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, pushing past her panties, and find her soaked.
“Fuck,” I groan against her throat.
She bucks against my hand the moment my fingers glide over her swollen clit. I circle it slowly, teasing, then slide two fingers deep inside her tight heat.
She gasps sharply, head falling back. “Nico…”
The sound of my name on her lips while she’s clenching around my fingers makes my cock throb painfully. She’s so warm. So fucking tight. I pump my fingers in and out, curling them against that spot that makes her tremble, while my thumb keeps rubbing firm circles on her clit.
“You’re mine,” I whisper hotly against her ear, biting the lobe. “You’re not leaving me. You can try to run, but I’ll always catch you, Eleonora. This pussy knows who it belongs to.”
She moans loudly, hips rolling desperately against my hand, chasing the pleasure. Her walls flutter and squeeze around my fingers as she gets closer.
“Go on,” I growl, fucking her harder with my fingers. “Come for me.”
Her breath hitches, and she cries out, back arching, thighs clamping around my wrist as she comes hard. Her pussy spasms rhythmically around my fingers, soaking my hand. I keep stroking her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking and whimpering in my arms.
When she finally slumps against me, breathing ragged, I slowly pull my fingers out and bring them up to her swollen lips.
“Open,” I command softly.
Like the greedy girl she is, she parts her lips and sucks my fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on my skin. Her tongueswirls around them, warm and eager. The sight is so fucking obscene I nearly lose it right there. I can’t stop imagining those pretty lips wrapped around my cock instead, sucking me deep while she looks up at me with those dark, needy eyes.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to come in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I pull my fingers free and crush my mouth to hers, kissing her deep, tasting her arousal on her tongue. She moans into the kiss, hands sliding up my chest, tugging desperately at my shirt like she needs me closer.
I break the kiss just long enough to yankmyshirt over her head. The sight of her in it had already done dangerous things to me, but seeing her bare now, full breasts and tight nipples, makes me almost come undone.
“You had my shirt on when you tried to run,” I growl against her mouth, hands roaming down her body. “My little thief.”
She shivers. “It's black. I needed to blend into the night.”
“Is that so?” I murmur, kissing her again, harder this time. “Was that the only reason?”
“Yes.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, dragging her leggings and panties down in one rough motion. I rip the lace clean off when it catches on her ankle.
Hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder, I bury my face between her legs. “Liar.”
Her scent hits me like a drug. Sweet, musky. I’ve been craving this for days. I’ve been fucking starving for it.
