Chapter 379

At first, Nicholas simply pressed his lips to mine, non-demanding. It was sweet, and I cherished it. But it wasn’t enough.

With all the bad news now weighing heavily upon us, threatening to drag us down, we both needed the affirmation of the other’s presence and affections. My devotion to Nicholas was unparalleled, and I wanted to show him that. I could prove it to him.

Typically, he took the lead in these situations, but today, it was me who made the first step. Slowly, tenderly, I licked at the seam of his lips.

I was asking permission with my body. I would accept if he kept his mouth closed, as a polite denial. It wouldn’t have meant anything harsh, I knew. There was a lot going on. He might not be in the mood on top of all of the bad news he had received and delivered today.

Instead, his hands curled, gripping fistfuls at the back of my shirt. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped forward, welcoming mine with a titillating lick. He sighed contentedly against my lips.

Having been given the permission I sought, I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him down, leaning into me, for easier access. At the same time, I pressed myself up onto the tips of my toes.

Our tongues tangled, our lips melding against each other’s in a kiss so deep and delectable, I couldn’t be sure where he ended and I began.

We felt as one. Almost.

But the promise was there that we would soon be even further joined.

Eventually, we broke for air. Nicholas rested his forehead against mine and sighed.

“Of all that’s happened,” he began, breathless. “Almost losing you has haunted me the most. That ritual very nearly stole you from me.”

My heart ached. I understood his concern, but… “I will always prioritize Elva’s life over my own.”

Nicholas nodded slightly, his face pressing closer to mine. “I understand. But my vow is this: I will keep you both safe so that a sacrifice like that from you is no longer necessary.”

Where my heart cracked now filled with the warmth of affection. “Nick…” I didn’t know what else to say. How could I properly convey the full depths of my gratitude and my devotion to him? Words seemed inadequate.

He must have agreed, because in the next moment, he surged forward and kissed me again.

Yes, I wasn’t ready yet to express the depths of my feelings for him in words, but I could show him with my hands and my mouth and my body. I could love and please him and leave no room for doubt of the connection between us.

We were for each other, even if our circumstances forced us apart eventually. There was no one I would ever want in my life as much as I wanted him.

Nicholas must have felt similarly. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifted it up. I raised my arms to ease the way. We broke our kiss only long enough for him to slide the dress over my head and cast it to the side.

His hands returned to my back. Touching bare skin now, he caressed with open palms from my shoulders down to my waist. I arched into him, pressing my breasts more full against his hard chest. My nipples peaked and ached, straining in the confines of my bra.

Once his hands touched my waist, Nicholas brought them back upwards, stopping at the latch of my bra. He unhooked it with deft fingers and my breasts sprung free. I leaned away from him, only so far as to push the bra straps down my arms and throw the garment carelessly to the side.

Nicholas drew his hands to my front and immediately cupped my aching breasts. He flicked his thumbs over my nipples, making me moan and sigh against his mouth, breaking our kiss.

God, I could just close his eyes and let him touch me forever. He was so attentive, so soft and then firm at precisely the correct intervals. But this wasn’t all that I wanted. And it was hardly fair that I was topless while he still wore all of his clothes.

It was difficult while he was touching me like this, but I forced all of my thoughts away from my own pleasure and toward getting Nicholas as naked as me.

I dragged my hands up the front of his torso, appreciating every curve and dip of his hard muscles along my way to the base of his throat, where I began to open the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I popped the buttons free. When all were done, I pushed the shirt back, revealing his toned chest.

He removed his hands from my breasts only long enough to shuck the shirt off. Then his hands returned to their tender massage.

“Pants next,” he growled against my mouth, right before he dove his tongue back into it.

“Mine or yours,” I said, breathless, as I came up for air.

“Mine,” he answered.

I dropped my hands to his waistband and unbuckled the belt. I pushed the button free, then pulled down his zipper. His erection strained against the back of my hand.

He removed his hands from my breasts again, this time to help shove his pants down to the ground. He kicked them, and his shoes and socks away.

He was naked and glorious. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his perfection.

He watched me watch him, his eyes darkening. Then, he placed his hands on my hips and gently eased me to the side.

“Nick?”

His attention went to his desk. He considered it for only a moment, before he placed his arm down and swept all the contents from the desktop down onto the ground, entirely clearing it.

His dark gaze returned to me and my panties grew wet. Oh, I was definitely on board with this plan.

Immediately I started to undo my pants. I was taking too long, probably, because Nicholas grabbed them and yanked them down, freeing me from all constraints.

Then his hands went back to my hips. He lifted me up, away from the discarded clothes, and plopped me on top of his desk.

He leaned me down until my back was stretched out over the desk with my legs dangling over the edge.

In a moment, he had a condom wrapped over his rock-hard dick. Then he stepped into the space between my legs. He lifted them and draped them over the crux of his elbows.

He lined himself up and then slowly pushed himself inside of me.

I clawed at his desk, my fingernails uselessly scratching against the wood. There was nothing to hold onto. I lifted my hands above me instead, clasping onto the corner of the desk above my head.

Nicholas grabbed me firmly by the hips and started thrusting himself in and out of me with quickening speed.

God, it felt so good. “Ah… Nick… Oh…”

As his pace picked up, so did the strength behind his thrusts. He grunted at each forward movement. Soon, as he pistoned in and out of me, his grunts were nearly as loud as much near-continuous moaning.

“Ah! Ah! Nick! Please – ah!”

I could only hold on as he plowed into me, my breasts bouncing at the force of his thrusts. Only his harsh grip on my hips kept me in place, else I would surely slide up and up the desk.

I was entirely at his mercy, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

In this, as we chased bliss together, we were as one.

His eyes were on mine, and mine on his.

Maybe we couldn’t share our love with words, but I felt it in every inch of my body.

“Nick… Ah, Nick!” I was close to the edge about to topple over.

I reached one of my hands out for his, desiring the connection.

He clasped it at once with one of his own.

And together, we crested the mountain of pleasure, and jumped straight into unrivaled bliss.