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"But mostly, I'm mad at myself. If I didn't frighten you so much, you would have told me," he whispers, tenderly tasting each of my nipples. His tongue is warm and feels incredibly good there.
Oh, God. I hope my voice isn't as shaky as it feels. "That's not true. You...you don't frighten me."
"I saw it in your face when I found you in that trunk, Sybil." He nuzzles against my chest as he begins unbuttoning my pants and sliding them off along with my panties. “I scare you.”
Then he lifts me again, carefully, like I'm made of glass. He sets me in the giant tub in one corner of his bathroom and turns on the water, all the while stroking my hair.
“Fine,” I mumble. "It’s true that you scared me when I first saw you again. And now, I guess—but not in the way you think. You only frighten me sometimes because….”
"Because?" He begins running his hands over my arms and back, rinsing away the grime.
"Because I've always been ‘the good girl,’” I finish lamely, not meeting his eyes. "I'm not supposed to want to do the things I want to with a man like you."
“With a man like me, you don’t have to pretend you’re something you’re not.”
I open my mouth to argue and change my mind, instead biting back a moan of pleasure when he lathers up his hands with mint-scented soap and begins carefully washing my chest, stomach, and legs. He rubs and touches me perfectly, and I shut my eyes when he begins to shampoo my hair, too.
God. No guy has ever washed my hair like this before. It’s incredibly nice.
“Bella madre del mio bambino,”he murmurs. He adjusts me in the tub so he can finish rinsing me off. Warm water cascades over my back and hair, his fingers tough and tender wherever they brush me.
"It's difficult to remember to be afraid of someone who makes me feel like this," I admit with a sigh. “Even if I don’t understand half the things you say.”
"How do I make you feel?"
Irresistible. Treasured. Safe.
"You drive me insane," I say instead.
Nico is concentrated on rinsing out my hair, but he drops his eyes to mine. "You make me crazy, too, Sybil. Being with you…it's fucking addicting."
He’s right. It is.
I can't resist anymore. I lean forward and press my lips to his, giving in to this simmering...maddening...bursting kind of heat rising between us. Nico growls as our kiss deepens. Then he's lifting me out of the tub and wrapping me in a towel as he strides out of the bathroom.
I sigh with pleasure as he lays me down on the bed and begins kissing down my neck, across my breasts, and down my stomach. His hands smooth over my still-damp skin. Then I gasp and buck when his warm mouth seals over my clit, sucking hard and teasing it mercilessly.
“God, yes,” I whimper, burying my hands in his hair.
He groans against me and his hot tongue traces lightly over my pussy lips before he begins licking it in earnest. I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back to bring myself closer to him, forgetting all about my earlier inhibitions. I don’t care right now if I’m supposed to be afraid of him or wary about staying. Nico Attolini’s touch ignites me and sets me free—it’s all I need and all I can think about.
His leisurely licks and growls of approval are making me breathless as he caresses my legs and my stomach. He nips gently at my clit, which makes me buck and gasp—and makes him chuckle. It sounds like dark sin, and I love it a little too much.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, pulling his arm insistently.
“Not yet. I’m busy enjoying yourdolcezza.” His tongue teases me again.
He’s trying to drive me insane with need. My core throbs and I’m wet as hell. I scowl and sit up, pulling on the collar of his button-up white shirt until he lifts his face from my pussy, lust darkening his piercing eyes like shadows from a flame.
“I said fuck me,”.
Abruptly, Nico moves, pinning me back down against the mattress. He grinds the bulge in the front of his pants against me and grits his words against my ear. “Oh, I will, mymonella.I’ll fuck you until you’re crying with pleasure. But first, I’m going to enjoy your goddamn perfect body as long as I want. Today was a fucking stressful day. I get to take my time tonight.”
“Nico,” I moan when his lips run along the shell of my ear. God, his dominance is making me melt—but at the same time, it makes me want to break his control.
“Maybe I need to tie you up again,” he growls softly, biting my earlobe and grinding against me.
“Or maybe you need to fuck me.Now.” I arch hard against him, almost shaking with the need for release as I claw down his arms.
