Niccolo Fierri [Book #2]

Chapter 26

Niccolo's POV
I'd fallen in love with her. I knew the moment I almost lost her that I cared. And maybe cared a little too much.

Love.

What a nauseating emotion. It made my heart beat rapidly, and I couldn't think straight. I did coke on the regular, or use to until she became my drug.

And I was currently in need of a fix. I watched her play with herself, eyeing me seductively with those doe eyes. She moaned my name softly, my cock hardening.

She wanted me to show her. Did that mean make love? I've never done that before. I've only ever fucked. Making love just seems too intimate for me. But for her- for her I'll try.

Walking up to her, I cup her face, lean down and kiss her. I kiss her with as much passionate and gentleness as I can, even though I want to bite at that lip. I can feel her softening against my lips. I break the kiss to catch my breath. Ecstasy sparkles in her eyes.

Fuck, she's so damn beautiful.

Leaning back down, I kiss at her neck and shoulders, before kissing and sucking her perky little nipples. She smells like flowers. I hate flowers, but they smell amazing on her.

Kissing a trail down her stomach, I blow air into her belly button. She squirms, giggling this adorable little laugh. Everything I use to hate about her, I now love and can't seem to get enough of.

Ripping the panties off her body, she gasps. I don't give her time to breath before I'm capturing her throbbing bud into my mouth and giving it a light nibble. Her legs clamp shut, trapping my head in between her legs.

It doesn't hinder me in the slightest. Dipping my tongue into her pussy, I taste her juices. She starts arching her back into my mouth, wanting more. So I give her more.

When I suck her into my mouth, she cries out so beautifully. She reaches down, digging her fingers into my scalp. It stings, but I don't mind. Pain has always been a turn on for me.

Maintaining the same rhythmic movement, she pants and comes onto my lips. I lap up every last drop, savoring her scent in my nose, and her taste on my tongue.

She loosens her hold on me, and I pull back. Grabbing her legs, I tug her down closer to me. With instinct, she wraps her legs around my waist and I lift her up.

Slinging her arms around my neck, her fingers play in my hair. She's looking at me in a way no women ever has.

Instead of seeing the angry killer, people are so use to, she sees my soul. A soul that I'd for a time lost.

I don't know how, but she's managed to crack my stone cold heart, warmth seeping through the guard I've placed around it.

Gripping my hair, she gives it a light tug before bringing her lips to me. Our tongues tango, her breath my breath. Our hearts beat simultaneously, creating a song only we can hear.

Carrying her over to the wall, I press my body against hers. I yank my shirt off, tossing it onto the bed behind me. Her erect nipples brush up against my bare chest.

I was still injured, but the pain has become bearable. And for her, I'd endure anything if meant putting a smile on that face.

Dropping her hands down in between us, she jerks at my belt buckle. Once she's shoved my pants down, freeing my erection, she grips at the length.

Her fingers are cool as she begins stroking me. She's rough, causing me to have to press my palms against the wall for support.

"Shit."