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My hands slid down his strong back, grasping the fabric tucked in at his waistband and pulling it loose. He nudged the top of my dress lower with his chin, freeing my nipples and sucking one of them between his teeth as I gasped.
I fumbled to unbutton his shirt, running my palms over his smooth chest and down across his stomach. I was panting with need and an edge of desperation.
If the mist pulled me out of here before I was finished with myaima, I was going to lose my mind.
Then again, I could never be finished with this man.
“I need you, Nicolas. Forever... I don’t know how, but I need this,” I mumbled, not knowing how to put my pain and want into the right words.
Nicolas covered my mouth again with his consuming kisses, one hand kneading my breast and the other still clutching my pussy, heating it with his palm as his fingers stroked slowly back and forth over my underwear.
It was the sweetest torture, reminding me of our first encounters, when we’d been shy and new to each other’s bodies.
Then he’d learned every inch of me, and how to make my body sing.
I finally got his shirt off his shoulders, and he pulled me up to sitting and slipped the dress over my head.
“You’re even more beautiful than my memories, mon amour,” he whispered, pausing to drink in my nakedness with reverent eyes.
My cheeks heated under his gaze - I’d always felt worshiped by him, and a little uncomfortable with it, feeling like I didn’t deserve his heavy words. That was one reason why Cade had worked so well in our mix, because he’d always teased and lightened the mood, though I knew he felt the same way as Nic.
“I missed you so much,” I said, the words breaking a little.
“I’ve always been here, waiting and watching over you,” he said, laying me back against the blanket and bending to press his mouth against my stomach, which had no hint of scar or pain. One hand pressed my legs apart, and he slid down my body, pulling my underwear down over my ankles before settling between my thighs.
My hands buried themselves in his hair as he began to taste me, his tongue making long strokes through my center and swirling my clit as his hands gripped and spread my thighs.
I felt him breathe me in, and when I lifted my head to see him, I smiled to see how his glasses had fogged over. I slipped them off his face and arched back as he thrust his tongue deep inside me with a moan.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured against my sensitive skin. His fingers spread me even wider before he slipped two inside me, curling up against my upper walls as his tongue focused again on my clit. I was lost to the swirl of sensation, my eyes sliding closed as he brought me so easily to orgasm.
My legs shook as I cried out his name, pulsing around his fingers as he drew out the orgasm a little longer.
“I need you... come inside me, please, Nic,” I begged, feeling like tears were forming behind my eyes.
He slid up my body, dropping kisses along the way, and my fingers worked to open his pants and push them down over his ass, freeing his cock. It bounced up tall and ready, and I palmed its velvety girth as he kicked off his pants.
“Please,” I whispered again, guiding him to my center. He pushed inside, the slick of my orgasm bringing him deep as we melted together. I’d played our memories a thousand times to keep me going over the last decade, but nothing was as real as this stolen moment here.
“I’m so addicted to you, Kana,” he rasped, gathering my body close to his as he settled between my thighs and began to fuck me slowly, reverently. “All this time, I’ve held my memories so close. I never faded into the mist or forgot you.”
“Time was stolen from us, but I’m going to make it right, Nic. I’m going to...” my words trailed off as he lifted my hips and expertly hit the spot deep inside that made my eyes roll back in my head.
“Goddess,yes, Nic.”
“You’re the Goddess,” he murmured, picking up speed and rutting deeper, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. He curved his body enough to catch one of my breasts in his mouth, one hand behind my lower back to keep me at the perfect angle.
My mouth fell open as I absorbed the swelling pleasure, each weakness somehow making me feel stronger, more powerful.
“I’m close, Nic,” I moaned, hoping he still remembered what I wanted next.
And the world fell away as he wrapped his hand around my neck, fingers tightening hard enough to bruise my skin and pause my breathing.
The pleasure in my core built to an unbearable height, stoppered by the necklace he was making at my throat. My body arched hard and began to shake, the second orgasm clawing its way up from somewhere deep and primal.
Peeling his fingers from my skin, he replaced them with his fangs at the perfect moment, drawing my blood and my pleasure in a dizzying tornado ofyes.
I lifted my head and sank my fangs into his neck too, my body spasming and shaking as I came hard around him, milking his cock and wrenching his own orgasm from him. He growled and shook above me, gripping me tighter and tighter as he rutted inside me, sucking desperately at my vein.
