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His thrusts ignited flames in my veins.

“Mine.”

His hips worked ruthlessly, taking me higher and higher. Nico Morrelli fucked me hard. Flesh against flesh. The weight of him, brutal and exuberant. Every hard thrust created a spark that would soon explode into a million stars.

I clenched the iron bars so hard, I would see imprints in my palms for days.

His one hand wrapped around my throat, and on instinct, I pushed into it, exposing my neck. It was rough, restrictive, and so fucking addictive.

“Who fucks you?” he growled, his fingers squeezing lightly around my windpipe. I could feel him everywhere, deep inside me, around me, in my heart and my soul.

“You do.”

He pushed hard inside me, bruising me with his thrusts, and I loved every second of it. The intensity of his touch, his mouth, his thrusts would kill me, and it would be the best kind of death.

“Nobody touches you, Bianca.” His voice was a harsh command.

“Nobody,” I breathed. “Just you.”

A rumble of satisfaction sounded from him and he rewarded me with another thrust, filling me hard and deep, to the hilt, all the while his pelvis pressed hard on my clit.

“Mine!” His tone was possessive, hard.

A scream pierced the air as a violent orgasm shattered through me. Heat pulsed through my veins, my body shuddering hard around him, and with the last hard thrust, Nico’s body shuddered above me and followed me over the cliff with a guttural roar.

His head buried into the side of my neck, as his thrusts turned deep and slow, as he spilled inside me, every single drop of him buried deep inside me.

I am so fucked, doomed, ruined.

My husband was the best kind of addiction. One night and he was buried deep inside of me. Figuratively and literally.

Both of our breathing filled the silence of the dark room and time stilled. This connection with him was raw, thrilling and better than I’d ever envisioned. It terrified me, sending a fear straight to the marrow of my bones.

“You ok?” His raspy voice broke the thick darkness around us. He lifted his head, his steel eyes seeking out mine. He peeled my fingers off the bed rails and brought each hand to his lips, kissing my palm.

I was far from okay, but for all different reasons than he was asking. My chest ached and the feelings I didn’t dare analyze boomed inside. Great! One mind-blowing orgasm and I was spiraling into an abyss.

I took a deep breath, then another before I answered in a soft voice. “Yes. You?”

A dazzling smile spread across his face. “Fuck, yes.”

My heart pounded against my breast, my body slack in his arms. I have never experienced anything like this. Not even close. His arms slung around me, holding me tightly against his hard muscles.

He nuzzled his cheek against mine and then turned his mouth to lay a soft kiss on my lips. My whole body buzzed with the adrenaline we just shared. But this soft kiss… it was timeless and passionate, like we shared one breath.

I was falling for Nico Morrelli.

ChapterThirty

NICO

The storm screamed outside, while I stared at the dark ceiling. Bianca’s naked body laid tucked close to me, her snow white complexion a stark contrast to the black sheets and the comforter.

Finally, she was mine. The word seared into my chest, my heart, and my soul. Nothing and nobody would take her away from me.

A little bruise formed on her neck from my rough mouth and a pang of guilt hit me upon seeing it. I rutted her like a starved beast. My control never slipped, but with her, I lost all my senses, seeking oblivion and pleasure only she could give me.

My hands roamed her body to ensure she wasn’t hurt, but there was nothing but her smooth soft skin. The way she responded to me, the way she gave her all to me. She was my nirvana, and I’d need a daily dose of it for the rest of my life.