Page 91 of She Belongs to Me

We were both a little broken, just for different reasons. Maybe.

I planted one hand on my hip and he pointed a finger at his chest. His smile could light up a world. I wanted to tell him he needed to allow his smile to show more often.

He took another long stride forward and stopped, searching my eyes. I yawned in response, tapping my foot as well. It was fun to be in control for a change.

As if that would last.

After he took another long stride, he stopped just out my reach or me of his. Was this some kind of Mexican standoff? He wasn’t going to win even if he believed he was.

I couldn’t help laughing at the expression on his face. So goofy. Then it turned completely serious as he closed the distance, still yet to take me into his arms.

“Sei riuscito a risvegliare la mia anima morta con il tuo sorriso e la tua gentilezza. Dovresti essere qui. Proprio al mio fianco.” His accent was soft and his eyes full of reflection.

It was on the tip of my tongue to have him translate. Maybe I didn’t want to ruin it.

“You managed to awaken my dead soul with your smile and kindness. You are supposed to be here. Right by my side.”

The words almost made me emotional, but I fought another round of tears. This wasn’t the moment to let go, falling into my fears. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto my toes. The closeness was special, the way two people who were falling in love were supposed to be. I was lost in the sweetest moment, the warmth of the sun and the kiss of the light breeze a perfect backdrop to our hunger.

Light to his darkness. Was that possible?

His kiss was softer this time, more fulfilling even than those I craved with his roughness. I relished the taste of him, the taste of the wine we’d consumed still on our lips. There was much to say between us, but not now. Words were overrated.

Unless they were in Italian, of course.

Nico pulled me as close as humanly possible, molding our bodies together as our tongues entwined. As he pulled us both to the blanket, I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I was lightheaded, but I suspected he was as well.

When he broke the kiss, he used his thumb to lift my chin, licking across my jaw and down the side of my neck. I wasn’t trembling, but excitement tore through me. I was shocked how easily I could become overheated around him. I was even slightly tense because I knew what he was capable of.

Intense passion.

He remained gentle, kissing and licking down between my breasts, barely taking one nipple into his mouth before the other. I was fully aroused, unable to keep from rolling my hands over his shoulders. I squeezed both as I did so. He was far too muscular, the feel of his hot skin exacerbating the buildup of lava in my core.

I had no idea a single man was capable of lighting me on fire.

He pulled me down further, immediately resting between my legs. I didn’t fight him as I’d done before when he bent both, pushing them back to my chest and open wide. I did curl my fingers in his thick hair the moment he swirled his tongue around my clit. A single but elongated moan slipped past my lips.

He was the master of using his mouth and this beautiful afternoon was no exception. The moment he dragged his tongue all the way down the length of my pussy, I bucked hard against him.

But he didn’t need to hold me down.

I raked my other hand through my hair as he tugged on his. When I closed my eyes, I noticed flashes of light. I heard my soft moans, but they seemed surreal. He was growling, but softer than normal as he feasted on my pussy. Within seconds, he slipped a single finger inside, wiggling it several times.

I bucked again, almost pulling out strands of his hair. He wasn’t paying any attention, enjoying the moment of licking to his heart’s content. There were so many thoughts racing through my mind and this time, all beautiful and intoxicating ones. Much like his rich scent, the fragrance of freshly cut timber, citrus, and something else exotic infused my senses.

Such power.

Such beauty.

I couldn’t think any longer as he drove three other fingers inside, pumping more roughly than before as he licked and sucked on my clit. The orgasm I knew I’d experience wasn’t going to wait for long. It was less patient than the man himself.

The thought goofy, I tossed my head back and forth as I smiled. The man made me feel silly, a little bit crazy.

His growls intensified and for some reason, the sound was a powerful aphrodisiac.

The climax refused to be denied, sweeping through me in such an incredible way. I was pulled off the blanket, arching my back and gasping.

He was growling, licking me furiously and driving his thumb into my asshole. The moment was special and sweet, crazy and wild.