Page 127 of Locked in Wonderland

Yeah, it was. There was no point in denying it anymore. Warren felt like a teenage infatuation compared to the primal feelings Nico stirred in me.

Another button. My hand slipped inside his shirt. Warm skin. A light dusting of hair. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my palm, somehow making me want him even more.

Another button surrendered itself.

Nico tugged my T-shirt over my head. His lips wandered over my neck, my jaw, my ear, leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched. His thumb traced the damaged skin above my collarbone. “This pisses me off,” he murmured.

Desire loosened its grip just long enough for me to answer. “What?”

“The tattoo.” He looked genuinely annoyed. “They had no right to remove it.”

“Why did they?”

“Because nobody would’ve dared buy you with my mark on you.”

It made a twisted sort of sense. At least, as much sense as anything in Wonderland ever did. “It pisses me off too.”

A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of Nico’s mouth. I seized the opportunity to deal with the rest of the buttons, tugging Nico’s shirt free from his trousers. My hands explored first, my mouth following.

When I reached his waistband and started to sink to my knees, intent on getting my mouth around the bulge straining behind his zipper, Nico stopped me. “How long do you think this crossing is?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Turn around.”

I followed the instruction without hesitation, turning to face the wall. I dealt with the zipper and button on my jeans, leaving Nico to pull them down to mid-thigh. The sound of his own zipper followed, and then he was pressed against me, bare chest to bare back, the heated length of his stiff cock sliding over my arse cheek.

The crinkle of a packet had me frowning. “Please don’t tell me you left Wonderland without a single item to your name, but that you somehow have lube?”

“It was in my wallet. Would you rather I pretend I don’t have any?”

It was a rhetorical question, a slight squelching sound already giving away its application to Nico’s cock.

“It’s just—”

Whatever point I’d been about to make vanished as Nico lined himself up and breached me.

Even this was different. Nico had never been a poor lover. Not even when I’d been blindfolded or in the pitchblack, could I have accused him of that. But he’d never taken this much care before.

I hated him for it. It was achingly slow.

“Please,” I begged when only half his cock was inside me after what felt like an eternity.

Nico scraped his teeth over my neck before soothing the sensitive skin with his tongue. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me.”

“I am fucking you.”

“You know what I mean.”

Another inch.

I tried to push back against him, but he wasn’t having it. One hand held my hips firmly in place while he continued his assault on my neck.

“Patience.”

I wasn’t even sure I remembered what the word meant, my cock already leaking pre-cum. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to...”

“You’re going to what?”

The amusement in his voice wasn’t helping.