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I know the answer, even though I'm determined not to admit it to myself just yet. I've already been through this – I already met someone who I thought was the perfect match for me. But Livia was anything but perfect. She betrayed me and ruined my relationship with Father. How could he ever trust me again after everything that went down with Liv?
Banishing those thoughts from my mind, I commit fully to the moment and allow myself to feel pleasure I never knew existed as I fuck Nicoletta. Her body willingly accepts me and she opens her legs, allowing me to penetrate her deeper and put my mark on every soaked inch of her pussy. I'm going to come soon and I'm done holding back. I want her to come with me, to allow me in even deeper. I want to own her orgasm. I want her coming because of me, because she wants me so fucking much and because it feels so damn good to finally have me inside her.
I want to tell her all this and more but the words die on my lips before they even get out. Our eyes connect then, her pretty, innocent blue gaze making contact with my own darkened irises. And in that moment, there's no need for words, no need for us to share how we feel, because it's written all over our faces.
With a mighty push, I thrust inside her and Nicoletta breathes my name like a prayer.
"Come with me," I mutter. Wordlessly, she nods, and I push deeper and deeper still. I can feel her pussy contracting around my cock now. Her own body is eager for a release, desperate to get out this orgasm she's worked so hard for. "Fucking come, principessa. Now!"
Our bodies come together, the release perfectly in tune with what we want and need. I feel her shaking beneath me but I don't stop, continuously thrusting inside her until my cock is empty. I don't give a damn that this is her first time. I don't fucking care if she isn't on protection. Actually, I fucking hope I knock her up – it would make it easier for us to finally be together, and I've already decided that's what I want. My ring on Nicoletta's finger and my hand around her throat. Because after tonight, I've never been more sure of the fact that we belong together. And I'll do every-fucking-thing in my power to make her mine.
She cries out so beautifully as I thrust my final spasms into her as hard as I can, sending my seed where it fucking belongs. When I’m finally done, I pull her against me and fall on my back on the sweat-soaked mattress. Her body shivers against mine, so I pull up the sheets, covering us both. I pull them over our heads and Nicoletta giggles as I kiss her beneath them. Her breaths are still fast and ragged, but as the minutes tick by, she slowly relaxes against my embrace and allows me to rain kisses all over her tender skin.
"Was it everything you hoped it would be?" I whisper in her ear. "Did you finally get what you wanted so badly, Nicoletta?"
She nods, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips. Her cheeks are flushed – I can see it, even in the darkened room. "I don't want to go back to my bedroom."
"Then don't." I kiss her again, with passion and every bit of the need I feel for her. "Stay with me. We'll explain tomorrow."
With a groan, she pulls the sheet off us, ending the magic spell that has overtaken this bed – the only place where we can be together without anyone knowing. "I can't. We need to think about this. I can't let the maids find me here tonight. A scandal is the last thing Papa and I need."
"I'll wake you up in the morning so you can go back." I nuzzle her neck.
"You mean now?" She giggles, pointing to the grandfather clock in the corner of my room. "It's already five a.m... I bet some of the maids are already up. I need to go back."
I nod tersely, even though it's the last thing I want. But Nicoletta is right – they can't find us together like this. Not yet.
She picks herself up and puts the remains of her nightgown on. I smirk seeing her like that and turn around to get dressed, too. But Nicoletta's voice cuts through my thoughts the next second.
"Who's this?"
I turn around and blanche when I see her holding up the framed photo I keep on my nightstand. My bedroom is private – that's why I kept the photo – though I haven't even looked at it for weeks. It's a portrait of Livia on the day of our wedding. She looks stunning in her lace white gown and eyes full of hope. Too bad she was a fucking snake.
