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“Are you going to see anyone else?” he asks, his words slurred, and I just stare at him, sitting up in bed with the duvet still over my body.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask. “You’re drunk.”
“So?” he asks, walking over and climbing onto the bed clumsily, plopping down beside me on top of the duvet.
“So, you don’t know what you’re saying,” I say, looking over at him and fighting a laugh. His dark hair is falling into his face, his shirt half unbuttoned, showing bronze flesh in between. He smells like whiskey. “Have you been drinking all day?”
“I am stressed,” he says. “You’re having my baby and you’re going to be seeing someone else.”
“I don’t have anyone in mind,” I tease, but then my tone goes serious. “But I do have that right. We’re not together.”
“You donothave that right,” he mumbles, turning toward me, burying his face in my stomach where I’m sitting.
“No?” I ask, my fingers immediately falling to play in his hair. I can’t help myself. I feel like it’s been too long since he’s last touched me, and he’s cuddling my legs like he can’t bear to let me go.
“No,” he says firmly, pulling the covers down and I laugh and throw them off onto the bed when he fumbles. He covers my body with his own, looking down into my eyes.
“You’re mine, Aurora,” he says softly.
“Am I?” I breathe, wishing he would say that he cares for me, even a little. Even if it’s not enough, it’d be something.
“Yes,” he says firmly, but he doesn’t say anything more. He doesn’t say what I want him to say, but he kisses me, and that’s almost enough.
His tongue delves into my mouth and I meet it with my own, kissing him deeply, my eyes tightly closed.
Nico sits up on his knees, reaching under my nightie to slide his fingers under my panties.
He just brushes against my clit and I moan loudly.
“Look at me,” he murmurs. “Look at me when I’m making you come.”
My eyes pop open and his are dark green with desire as he presses two fingers inside of me, checking me. I’m already slick for him, but he takes his time opening me up, hooking his fingers upward.
I gasp, arching my back. He’s the only one who has ever made me feel this way and I want to tell him, want to ask him if he feels the same, but I’ve lost my breath.
Nico rolls his hips against me with his fingers inside me and I can feel him hard and heavy against my pelvis.
But he keeps pumping his fingers in and out, keeps making me gasp until I spasm all around him, coming, crying out his name.
“That’s right,principessa. Come for me,” he croons, and I think I’m done but then he keeps moving his fingers, keeps hooking them upward to drag across that spot inside of me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. He brushes his thumb against my clit and I come again, black spots appearing behind my eyelids.
“Wow,” I gasp. “Nico, that was—”
“It’s not over,” he murmurs, stopping me with a long kiss that makes my skin heat up even more than it already was.
He slides down my body, kissing my nipples through the fabric of my dress, my belly button, my hipbone. I gasp in breaths, having trouble keeping enough oxygen through all the sensations.
Nico kisses my clit softly, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging the flat of it against me and I spasm, kicking.
He takes my ankles in his hands, slides them across his shoulder blades so that he can press his mouth closer against me, latch around my clit.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp.
“Not god,” he says sharply. “Say my name,principessa.”
“Nico,” I manage, trying to breathe. “Nico, please...”
I trail off, still having some dignity, enough to be slightly embarrassed that I’m begging him.
