Page 62 of Niko's Printsessa
"I just can't believe it."
"Well get to believing, honey, because this is your reality."
I can't stop smiling. "I can bring some pieces, tomorrow, and we can discuss what you think will work best."
"Perfect, and I’ll have your check ready.”
I clear my throat. “About that. Laney Levowski isn’t my real name.”
“Ah, okay. I get it but I have a feeling your art is going to be huge. Like Chris Hemsworth's muscles huge. If I were you I’d want to take ownership of your talent. I noticed your pieces weren’t signed, and people love anonymous artists, so you do you, boo. We’ll talk about your check when you get here.”
I end the call just as Niko enters the hallway, and the way he looks at me, like he’ll light the world on fire for me, it settles in my chest and spreads through my entire body. I race to him and he crushes me against his chest, taking ownership of my mouth.
He’s already captured my heart. The man protected me, hell, he killed for me. Maybe that shouldn’t be a redeeming quality, but it is.
I moan, sinking my hands in his thick hair, his kiss almost kicking me off my axis, but I know he’ll catch me if I fall. Heismy axis. My true North, my compass. This life we live is crazy, but with him by my side, I’ll always find my way.
There’s a loud throat clearing sound, and we separate to find an older nurse glaring at us. I’ve never seen Niko blush and it sendsme into a fit of giggles, which only makes her angrier. I grab his hand and hurry back into Summer’s room.
???
It’s later when Niko pulls into the garage and I notice my car parked in one of the stalls.
“Niko? Why is my car here?”
“I said you weren’t going back to your condo, and I meant it. You live here now. This is your home.Ourhome.”
My heart stutters. “I know you said that, but I didn’t think......”
Instead of leading me into the house, he grasps my hand and we take the lighted path to the observatory. When we get to the door he stops and faces me, his eyes possessive, as he cups my face. “I was serious,Printsessa. Iamserious. I’m not slowing down, I’m not pumping the breaks, I am all in with us.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
His smoldering stare dampens my panties but it’s his voice thick with emotion that cinches my heart, “Say you’ll let me love you.”
He swallows my sharp intake of breath with his dominate mouth, telling me just how serious he is. He nips at my lower lip and I whimper for more.
He reluctantly steps back, his eyes softer than the mind blowing kiss he just gave me.
“Bec? Will you let me love you?”
Someone,thesomeone wants to loveme. Emotion catches in my throat and my voice cracks, “Yes,” I whisper.
Our lips reconnect, and this kiss is slow and sensual, like we have all the time in the world, because we do.
When the need for oxygen becomes too much, we separate. His eyes sparkle as he opens the door to the observatory. I don’t know how or when he did it, but it looks like a scene from a romance novel. The dome is open to the sparkling night sky and lit candles are placed around the room. On the floor is a plush blanket scattered with rose petals.
“This is beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” He pulls me close and takes his time removing my clothes, layering sweet kisses along every inch of my body, until I'm standing in front of him naked. No one has ever looked at me like he does. Like I'm an angel and his prey all in one.
He quickly undresses and lays me on the soft blanket of petals and I stare up at the star studded sky. His body towers over mine and I run my fingers across his tattoos, along his hard chest, and over his eight pack. What a beautiful beast. My beast. He leans in to kiss me and his midnight eyes are so full of affection that my chest skips. He barely brushes his lips over mine and my eyes tear up. Tonight is more. Much more. The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching me.
Cherishing me.
He lightly kisses my forehead, both eyelids, and cheeks, the tip of my nose and then finally my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue in to meet mine, moaning deeply when we finally make contact. My chest feels like it’s going to combust from all the feelings roaring inside. He kisses my neck and slowly roams down my body, planting sweet kiss over sweet kiss until he finds my sex. He looks at me and lifts his eyebrow, and I immediately open my legs for him. He nods his approval and returns to devourme. He kisses my inner thighs, tickling my skin with his beard, teasing me, ignoring my sweet spot until I’m writhing with need. He chuckles and finally puts me out of my misery, licking my slit and growling his satisfaction into my sex. I whimper for more and he flattens his tongue against my slit, sliding up to my clit, and gently biting it, sending me into a wave of ecstasy. He fucks me with his tongue and I grab his thick hair begging him to speed up, but he refuses. He is punishingly slow, building my release, only to slow down and begin again. It’s torture. The most amazing torture ever. When he finally lets me come, I ride his face, consumed with need, the man doesn’t let up, sending me into another orgasm. It’s so intense, I swear I almost black out.
From this point on I know my body will always be his.