"Then shut up and let me make love to you," he said and took her mouth.
She would have protested at his high-handed comment. Should have. Definitely. But his kiss stole her breath. Like always.
"There must be something wrong with me. It figures that when I finally fall in love, it's with a damned drug lord half the world wants to kill," she mumbled once she came up for air, as Nico raked his teeth over her throat, getting her body to melt.
He lifted his head, stared at her. "What did you say?"
"That there's something wrong with me."
He leaned his lower body against hers. His erection nested between her folds, which welcomed him. "There's nothing wrong with you. Not a fucking thing. And I was referring to the part about you falling in love."
"Don't get your hopes up. It's just dick talk."
He shook with laughter. "No, it's not. And I thought dick talk was for men only."
"I'm all for equality."
"So you have feelings for me," he said, ignoring her jab.
"Of course not. I let anyone overpower me and fuck me in a position where I can't even breathe." No need to play coy or try to drive him away. Nico was going nowhere.
He smirked. "You'll be able to breathe. And you'll be screaming and begging me to fuck you harder."
She doubted it very much, but who was she to shatter his dream? As long as she didn't have a panic attack, she would be fine. She hadn't faked an orgasm with Nico yet, but there was always a first time. In and out, five minutes tops. She could do that.
She took a deep breath and spread her legs farther. "I'm already wet, so we could skip the preliminaries. You know, go straight to business. Fuck."
Nico looked at her, amused. Letting out a snort, he shook his head.
What? Had something given her away?
"In a second, Goth girl. One thing first." Trailing kisses down, he made it to her pussy.
Oh no, no, no. She wasn't ready for that. She was prepared to hold her breath, bear the weight of a man pinning her down, and pretend she had fun. Much like any standard, sucky, first-time sexual experience. Half the women in the world endured those without freaking out. She could too.
Nico had other plans. "Not too big on the whole sacrificial scene. I want you fully engaged. Giving me a run for my money."
He almost sent her over with his mouth and fingers several times, always stopping at the brink and easing her down, until she wanted him so much, she couldn't frigging breathe. And not because she was having a panic attack, but because she needed to come more than she needed air. "Get up here. Now."
"Sure?" he said, his smile cocky.
Sure? Was he kidding? "Yes."
Finally he slid inside her until he was balls-deep, his body pressing her against the mattress. Crowding her. Pinning her down. Overpowering her.
It sobered her up right away. She couldn't do that. She needed him off her.
"Open your eyes," she heard in the middle of her freak-out.
What? Did she have her eyes closed? She hadn't realized. She opened them, her lids hurting from having them shut.
Nico's face met hers. He placed his hands over hers, intertwined their fingers, and stared at her, their noses all but touching. "Eyes on me, babe."
"I'm nobody's babe," she said, her voice breaking.
"Wrong. You are my babe."
A shaky snort bubbled up. "Right," she whispered.
"Don't shut me out. Look at me, Paige. This is me. I would never hurt you. Feel me," he said as he slowly moved out and in, brushing her lips with his, softly kissing her. "You do this to me. I need you so much. All I want is to please you. Show you how much I love you. Let me show you. Keep your eyes on me. Always on me."
Little by little, her heart slowed. Then it began galloping for a whole bunch of different reasons, none of which was panic or fear. She tilted her hips upward.
His smile was all male. "Yes, like this. Suck me deep inside you. Let me feel your tiny pussy squeezing me. So fucking hot."
He released her hands, his thrusts hard and deep, and raked his teeth over her scar. She was being nailed to the bed. Crowded. Totally overpowered.
She came screaming, her arms around him, keeping his weight on her. Relishing every inch of him. He never stopped kissing her, not even when he gave himself to his own release. And when he tried to get off her, she was the one clinging to him, not letting go.
He whispered into her ear, "You're wrong. I'm the vulnerable one here. You blocked me. You would have walked away from me. I couldn't do that. I told you I love you. You didn't. You have me wrapped around your little finger. I'm fucking vulnerable, Goth girl."
"Not used to being led by your cock, huh?" she joked.