Page 15 of Hold Me Closer

Nadia

T eo strokes his hands down my sides, sending sparks of electricity all throughout my body. I groan, arching into him as the moment of healing between us deepens, desire burning through me all over again.

God, how easily I ignite for this man. How quickly I burn.

I know he feels the same way. It's in every touch, every kiss, every groan. He wants me more than I think he's ever wanted anything.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, shifting on top of me. "I want my mouth all over you."

"What's stopping you?" I arch beneath him, gasping as he runs his lips across my collarbone. His tongue dips into the little divot, sending liquid heat through my veins.

"Not a damn thing," he growls, inching his way down my body. His lips trail down my chest before closing around one hard nipple through my bra.

I cry out beneath him, tugging his hair as a jolt rips through me. His teeth rake over the sensitive bud, and I sob.

"I like that sound, butterfly." He flicks his gaze up to mine, his gritty tone and the heat banked in his eyes, making it clear just how much he likes it. "You sound like you're mine when you make it."

Oh, God. He has no idea just how much I'm his. And every time he touches me, I'm more his than ever.

He tugs the cups of my bra down, growling low in his throat. "Christ, Nadia. You're so goddamn beautiful, baby." His voice shakes as he brushes a thumb over my left nipple. "Every inch of you is so damn pretty."

"Teo."

"I mean it, butterfly. I've seen some of the shit people write about you. I heard what that prick said at the Rhinestone the other night." His eyes bore into mine. "It's bullshit. You're perfect. You always have been."

"You're going to make me cry."

"You aren't allowed to cry." His lips curve into a wicked smile. "I want to hear you screaming instead."

"I…" That's as far as I get before he wraps his lips around my nipple, dragging it through his teeth. I cry out, pulling his hair, unsure if I'm trying to hold him to me or move him away. The pleasure is intense, sparking in my veins like lightning.

He groans against me, nipping and sucking, leaving little red marks all over me. Each one makes me sob and squirm. Every one drives me higher.

His hands slip down my body, searing me with heat. His lips follow, branding me with desire.

"Every fucking inch of you is perfect, butterfly.

" He rakes his teeth down my belly, making me claw at the comforter.

"Christ, I dreamed about this for years, and they never did you justice.

I'm an asshole for that." His tongue dips into my belly button as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties.

"I'll make it up to you on my knees with my tongue between these perfect thighs. "

"Teo, please."

"You want it, Nadia?" he growls. "Want me to say sorry with my mouth on you, baby?"

"Yes! No!" I sob in frustration, my hips arching off the bed. "I just need you. Please."

He peels my drenched panties down my legs, growling as he shoulders my legs apart. "Ah, goddamn, butterfly. I'm a broken man." He runs a shaking hand up my leg. "You just fucking broke me."

"Teo," I sob.

"It's so pretty. Christ. I just came all over myself, Nadia." He drags me toward him, groaning. "Couldn't help myself. Look how fucking pretty and pink it is."

"Teo, you came?" My gaze locks on his face, desire surging through me. Triumph, too. "I want to see."

He groans again, his lips against my inner thigh. "You want to see the mess I made for you? Want to know how badly you've ruined me, butterfly?"

"Yes. Please." There's something so sexy about the thought of him getting off just at the sight of me. I've never felt more desirable—more wanted—than I do right now.

He pushes himself up to his knees, allowing me to see the wet spot spread across his sweats. One hand delves inside while he yanks them down with the other.

His cock springs free, stealing my breath. He's so damn big and hard, the head wet, ropes of his sticky seed smeared down the shaft.

"See, butterfly? Ruined," he growls, swiping a finger through the mess and then brushes it through my folds.

My core clenches, my hips bucking up into his touch. "Teo!"

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to put it all there just as soon as I get a taste of you. Promise," he breathes, lowering himself back down between my legs. "Spread wide and be a good girl for me."

Oh, God… Back when we were kids, Teo was so polite. He could be bossy as hell, but he never pushed me. He was patient and controlled and a perfect gentleman. He isn't any of those things now. He's filthy, wild, greedy, and impatient.

He buries his face between my legs, growling like a wild animal. "Goddamn. You smell like peaches everywhere."

The first touch of his tongue to my clit has me rethinking everything I thought I knew about pleasure. Nothing has ever felt this good before. Nothing.

He groans, a broken, adoring sound that sends lava into my veins, as he lifts me toward his mouth.

And then he feasts. There's no other explanation for the way he eats me.

He freaking devours me, licking and sucking like I'm the last meal he'll ever have.

His tongue is everywhere, teasing and tasting every part of me.

It runs in circles around my clit, driving me mad, before he stiffens it, thrusting it inside me. He uses it like a cock, fucking me with it over and over.

I pull his hair. Claw his shoulders. Beg and plead for more. I'm so close. So damn close.

"That's it," he growls. "Soak my face while you're crying out for me, butterfly. Let me have it."

His thumb grinds against my clit as he forces his tongue inside me again.

I shatter with a sharp cry, exploding into tiny pieces. He roars against my center, licking me through it until I'm boneless and sated beneath him, too stunned to move.

But he isn't finished. Not even close.

He crawls up over me, lifting me into his arms. My legs wrap around his hips, his cock pressed against my opening.

"I need to be in you right now," he groans, claiming my lips in a deep, drugging kiss. I taste myself on them—taste the way our flavors mingle—and I love it. "I can't wait."

"Then don't," I whisper. "Make me yours, Teo. We've waited long enough." Six damn years. A lifetime. Too long.

He holds me close, his forehead against mine as he slowly pushes inside.

I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable pain as he stretches and fills me for the first time, but it never comes.

Perhaps, when you've survived hell and lived to tell about it, there is no pain left in finally realizing a dream. There's just awe.

That's all I feel now. Awe. Ecstasy. A sense of rightness that brings tears to my eyes. This is real. After all this time, we're here. Together.

"Look at me, butterfly," Teo rasps, his voice thick with emotion.

I meet his gaze, his blue eyes bright, and see the same sweetness, the same ecstasy reflecting back at me. He feels it, too.

"It's me and you now, baby," he whispers, cupping my face in one big palm. "The way it was always supposed to be."

"Teo," I whimper, a tear sliding down my cheek.

He thumbs it away. "We've always belonged to each other. Now, we'll carry this piece of each other foreve,r too. No one else will ever have what's yours, Nadia. No one."

"No one will ever have what's yours either," I whisper. My body is his now, just like my heart and soul have been for most of my life.

Devotion flares in his eyes, blazing bright as the sun. And this side of Teo? This sweetness is the same. He never lost that. He never outgrew it. Thank God.

"Move with me, butterfly." He rocks his hips into mine, showing me how. It takes us a minute, but we quickly figure out a rhythm, working together. He drops me, surging forward. I roll my hips, taking him deep.

We moan together, lost in ecstasy as pleasure builds to a crescendo. But it isn't enough. I want all of him. Every damn inch, raw and wild.

"More, Teo," I gasp, clawing his shoulders. "Please, more."

He groans, tipping me over backward. I sob as he comes down on top of me, dragging my leg up over his shoulder. The change in angle seats him deeper, so damn deep he takes my breath with every hard snap of his hips into mine.

"Goddamn," he growls, dipping his head to pull a nipple into his mouth. "I feel your pussy clenching around me every time I move, Nadia."

"I know!" I sob. "It feels so good."

"God, yeah, baby. I don't want to stop. Want to stay right here forever, listening to those little whimpers." He bites my other nipple. "You sound so sweet falling apart on my cock."

My inner muscles clamp around him again, the coil in my belly cinching tighter.

"Are you going to come all over me, Nadia? Fuck. You are, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," I sob as he pounds into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

"Do it. Come hard for me. Let me feel it before I lose my damn mind," he growls. "Been waiting to know what you look like, what you feel like, what you sound like when you're coming all over my cock since I was a damn teenager. Give it to me. Set me free, butterfly."

He slips his hand between our bodies, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I shout, my hips bucking into his wildly as I fly apart. Waves crash over me, unmaking me from the inside out. I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't feel anything but pleasure crashing through my veins again and again.

"Nadia!" Teo roars, pounding into me without rhythm. His hips slam into mine before he goes still, grunting a curse.

I force my eyes open, my heart pounding as he throws his head back, his big body trembling. His cock jerks inside me, ropes of cum splashing hot deep inside. I moan in ecstasy, my eyes locked with his as we come together, tangled in bliss.

It's beautiful in a way I never expected. Perfect in a way that brings tears to my eyes. In this moment, we aren't Nadia and Teo or Nadia or Teo. We're finally us , complete for the first time in our lives.