“Oh God,” I breathed as he nibbled at the lace covering me.
“These need to go.” He eased back and worked them off my hips and down my legs. Nicco gave me no warning as he dived for me, licking and sucking me into complete submission. It felt incredible, the warmth of his breath against the coolness of his tongue.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured against my damp skin. “I want to watch you fall, Bambolina. Eyes on me.”
I pushed up on my elbows, gazing at him through lust-drunk eyes. “It feels so good,” I breathed, my body shuddering.
Nicco watched me as he slowly worked two fingers inside me and curled them upwards.
“Oh my...” The words got stuck in my throat as he lowered his head and worked me with tongue and fingers in perfect synchrony.
“Come for me, Bambolina.”
His words sent me flying off the edge. My head fell back as I screamed his name, intense waves of pleasure crashing over me. Nicco stood, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. I watched with rapt fascination as he stroked himself. He was long and hard and so perfect it hurt to look at him.
“See what you do to me, amore mio.” His words were rough with need as he stalked toward me, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “You’re mine, Arianne Carmen Lina Capizola. Nothing will ever change that.” He crawled up my body until we were one.
“Yours,” I whispered against his lips, hitching my legs around his waist.
Nicco thrust inside me in one smooth stroke, filling me so completely I couldn’t breathe. I knew he was holding back; knew he was walking a fine line between being in control and losing it. But I didn’t want him to be gentle with me. I wanted all of him. The good, the bad, and all the broken pieces. I wanted the mafia prince, the knight-in-shining-armor, the fighter, and the lover.
Simply put, I just wanted him.
Every last piece.
Tangling our hands together, Nicco pressed them at the side of my head while the other slipped to my thigh, hooking my leg higher, letting him go deeper. Harder. He kissed me like it was our first and last time together, like he wouldn’t ever get enough. Our tongues danced a slow erotic dance as he rocked into me with breathtaking restraint.
“Nicco, I’m not glass. I won’t break.” I nipped his jaw, arching my back to meet his measured strokes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I breathed. “I want you. All of you.” My hand slipped down his body, pressing him against me. He groaned into the crook of my neck, his pace quickening.
“You feel so good, Bambolina.”
“But you need more,” I said, raking my fingers over his skull.
He stilled, gazing down at me in awe. “Are you sure?”
Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down gently, nodding.
“Hold on.” Nicco moved my hands to his shoulders and rolled us without warning. My cheeks flamed at our new position. But I didn’t need to worry, not with the way he was looking at me. Like I was the most precious thing on Earth.
Nicco sat up, crushing my breasts against his chest. “It’ll be deep like this.”
“It’s okay.”
His hands went to my hair as he kissed me. My body tingled with sensation, my stomach coiling tight as he moved one of my hands to his erection. I lifted myself a little, letting him guide himself beneath me and then I sank down. Slowly. Completely. Our breathy moans filled the space between us, but then he was kissing me, rocking into me. It was different. Deeper. More intense. It was like I could feel him everywhere. He curved his hand around the back of my neck and tugged gently, dropping his mouth to my collarbone, sucking the skin there.
“It feels... God...” I swallowed a moan. Everything was heightened like this, pure pleasure coursing through my veins. Nicco licked and sucked a path down to the curve of my breasts, teasing one of my nipples. I cried out, but his tongue replaced his teeth, soothing the sting.
“Perfection,” he murmured against my damp skin, kissing a trail back up to my mouth.
Our bodies rocked faster... harder... deeper. Until our moans were a song. A rising cacophony of little sighs and breathy gasps. Nicco held me tighter, fitting our bodies so closely I didn’t know where I ended, and he began. It was like he wanted to crawl inside and become a part of me.