Page 43 of My Sweetest Obsession

Nico leaned in, his lips brushing against my toes, his breath warm against my skin, and I let out a moan.

My body wobbled slightly as I fought to remain upright.

He smirked mischievously. “I can smell you, Angel. Do you need a release?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, I whispered, “Yes.”

Nico's hands traveled up my legs, his touch possessive as he grasped my hips. He rubbed my ass in circular motions. “Is the door locked?” he rasped.

I nodded.

“Good,” he said, putting the other shoe on my other foot. My heart raced with anticipation as he stood up.

He loomed over me like a freaking god, placing his hands on my shoulders, turning me around until I was facing the bookshelf.

I felt his presence behind me, his muscular body pressing against my back. His dick was hard and insistent, eliciting a soft groan from my lips.

Nico's chuckle vibrated through me, sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. His lips ghosted over my collarbone, awakening the goosebumps on my skin.

“You smell so fucking good, Angel,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes and arched into him, wanting more.

His hands found the zipper of my dress, slowly drawing it down. The dress slid to the floor, pooling at my feet, leaving me clad in nothing but my red lace underwear and bra.

“Turn around,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I complied and found his eyes devouring me, burning with intense desire.

“Fuck, you’re delectable.” He licked his lips and reached behind me, unhooking my bra.

The bra joined the dress on the floor, and I stood exposed before him.

He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my hips. He trailed kisses along my stomach, lower, until he reached the apex of my thighs. His gaze locked on mine, making my knees weak. He nuzzled against my pussy, savoring my scent.

A soft moan escaped me when his lips pressed a lingering kiss against my core. I grasped his broad shoulders, fingers curling slightly to steady myself.

“I think I'm going to have my dessert first.” He slid his fingers along my hips, hooking into the sides of my panties and slowly, torturously, drawing them down. He tucked them into his pocket, a mischievous glint in his eye.

I let out a nervous laugh, but it was cut off when his tongue swiped between my pussy lips. My hands fisted in his hair, and my hips thrust forward, seeking more of his touch.

“Oh,” I moaned, grasping his shoulders for support. “Nico, please,” I begged, my body on the brink of combustion.

Nico didn’t hold back as he devoured me, gripping my thighs, holding me in place as he shoved his tongue deeper inside me, feasting upon me like I was his last meal.

My body finally surrendered, and a scream tore out of me in pure ecstasy. As I stood, breathless and sated, Nico rose, hislips glistening with my arousal. He reached for me, his hands around my throat, and pulled me close, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss.

“Gigi?” Valarie’s voice pulled me out of my memory. “Can you... can you hear me?”

Gritting my teeth, I forced out a response. “Yes.” My body ached as I shifted, the movement sending a jolt of pain through my bruised limbs.

Gathering my wits, I attempted to sit up, only to be met with a wave of dizziness. The room spun, and I closed my eyes, wanting the world to stop giving me whiplash. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I turned my head, wincing at the sight of my aunt’s battered face.

“Damn it,” I hissed, my anger rising.

“It looks worse than it feels,” she whispered.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I fought to maintain my composure. “Gigi, talk to me. Are you okay?” Uncle Malik choked out. He sounded so broken.