One Dirty Night - Page 128

“Fuck!” His release hit him like a gunshot to his gut.

He fell against me, his hips still pistoning, his breath tattered and torn. He roared in my ear as he fed me his orgasm. Filling me up. Spurting every thick droplet as deep as he could get.

On and on, he came.

Wringing out my own climax until we both choked and shuddered, and with a gasp of absolute wonderment, we ceased being two people and became one.

Time seemed to slow as we came down from our pleasure high. My ass stuck to his sweaty stomach. His cock continued to twitch inside me. My shoulders ached from my arms being spread and my legs threatened to break.

With tender gentleness, he disengaged with a hiss, unplugging the mess we made and letting gravity take it to the floor. For a second, I worried about the carpet, but then, with hazy, unfocused eyes, I noticed he’d moved the towel beneath me, ready to catch the white liquid as it gave up rolling and dripped instead.

With a low chuckle, he untied my wrists and then my ankles, swaying against me a little as if his head swam just as woozily as mine. Undoing my gag, he whispered, “Told you the towel would come in handy.”

I sighed in my sated bubble as he scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me down the hall to his bedroom.

I winced as he placed me down on his dark bed coverings; I made a protest of leaving yet more mess behind. But he didn’t let me go. He didn’t care. He cradled me close and lay beside me, spooning me until our entire sweat-slicked forms glued to one another.

It took a while for words to find us in the afterglow of love.

An endless moment for reality to intrude on our dishevelled dream.

But finally, with a great sigh of contentment, Nick nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I know I need to wash you, care for you, and worship every inch that I defiled, but for now…I just want to do what I wished I could’ve done for eight long months.”

I snuggled deeper into his arms, smiling as he threw a leg over mine, trapping me in his embrace. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“To hold you.” He kissed my cheek. “I just want to hold you because after what we just did, after my heart just burst wide open and I came harder than I’ve ever come before, I’m so fucking afraid that you won’t be here when I wake up.”

I smiled and pressed a kiss to his forearm. “I’m not going anywhere. For the rest of your life and beyond.”

He groaned with a harsh chuckle. “I suppose that will do as an apology.”

I wriggled even closer. “I’m sorry, Master. For making you fall in love with me.”

“I’m not.” His arms banded excruciatingly tight. “And it’s Nicholas, if you don’t mind. When you’re crying for me, I’m your ruler. But when we’re cuddling, you’re my fucking queen.”

No one.

Not even storybook knights, warriors, and princes could hold a candle to this man.

Mine.

All mine.

I couldn’t contain the joy, the tingling, blood-singing joy.

“Nicholas…” I kissed his arm, my heart glowing brighter than a nebula. “I—”

“I love you, Ella,” he murmured into my hair. “Fear, pain, and all.”

I twisted in his arms.

I cupped his cheek as our eyes locked and tangled.

Leaning in, I kissed him. “I’m obsessed with you.”

His cock twitched.

Our hearts stirred.