With one leg between her thighs he leaned over and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking with hard pulls of his mouth. She felt each exquisite tug low in her belly and arched her back, savoring the connection she felt when she was with him, that sense of rightness she’d experienced the first time they met.
He pressed her breasts together, licked one nipple and then the other, teasing them both until dampness trickled between her legs. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slid down, nibbling and kissing her stomach until she bucked her hips, trying to get him to the place she wanted to go.
With one hand still holding her wrists, Nico knelt between her legs and ran his thumb between the seam of her lips.
She licked his thumb, drew it into her mouth, sucked it deep to show him what she wanted to do, how she could take away his pain.
A low, husky growl rumbled through his chest. He stepped off the bed, and stripped off his clothes with quick efficiency. But when she sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, intending to make good the promise of her mouth, he pressed her back on the soft covers and positioned himself between her parted thighs.
Yield to me, his body silently demanded.
She yielded with a sigh, lay back, and opened herself to the most feared mobster in Vegas.
With gentle fingers he stroked along the sides of her labia, slicking her moisture up and around her clit. Her hips shifted restlessly on the bed, and she moaned, urging him toward her entrance. Nico settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders pushing her legs apart, his breath hot with promise. Mia threaded her fingers through his hair pushing him down with a silent plea.
He kissed her deeply, intimately, his tongue pushing inside her. She gasped and bucked against him, giving herself over to the pleasure of his sensual mouth. Lifting her hips, he took her to the brink as he licked and sucked, alternating deep thrusts of his tongue in her center, with butterfly touches over her clit. Her every muscle trembled with anticipation, her stomach tied in knots.
She felt his thick finger open her, sliding in slowly, torturing her with pleasure. Her legs shook uncontrollably and he added a second finger, drove into her hard and fast. Her ass pushed off the bed, and she strained toward him, hunger driving her out of control.
He pressed her back down, holding her in place. His fingers plunged in and out; his tongue rubbed hard and fast, sending her higher and higher, her arousal peaking just as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
She broke the silence with his name on her lips, undulating against him as pulse after pulse of pleasure sparked through her body, draining her of tension, stripping her of need, drugging her with passion.
He was up and on his knees before she had a chance to come down, reaching for a condom. Mia lay panting beneath him, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding beneath her ribs. She loved how he made her feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. Loved the silence of this encounter where he told her with his body what he couldn’t say in words.
Sheathing himself quickly, he leaned over and took her mouth in a fierce kiss—tongues clashing, teething banging, hunger raging out of control—as he positioned himself on the bed. Lifting her legs easily to his shoulders, he thrust hard and fast into the wetness of her folds. Mia’s pussy clenched at the intimate invasion, and a groan came from deep within her at the renewed rush of sensation as his thick cock pushed through her sensitive tissue.
With slow, measured strokes, Nico withdrew and thrust again, his muscles taut, chest slick with sweat, biceps straining as if he were struggling for control. Her head rolled from side to side, hips lifting, her body trembling as he gave her his power with the lightest of touch.
Wanton hunger burned through her, her lower body tight with need as her arousal shot higher and harder than before. Finally, he increased his speed, his balls slapping against her pussy with each hard thrust. Her legs quivered. Her body shuddered. She couldn’t move and yet she felt empowered. Her mob boss had come to her. He needed her. And she wanted to give him the pleasure of her body, as she took her own pleasure from him.
With each merciless thrust, his powerful muscles bunched, his breathing labored, and yet his gaze never left hers.
Her climax came in an explosion of sensation, all the more intense for the connection she felt as he watched her come apart around him.
“Mine.” With a growling roar of pleasure, he hammered into her until he released, his cock throbbing inside her, pulsing as he came.
He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his arms as he feathered kisses along her jaw. She wrapped her arms around his body, desperate to keep the deep connection between them—the one she thought they had lost but now she hoped could be saved.
With one last soft kiss, he eased away to dispose of the condom. He returned to the bed moments later, pulling her against him to lie just as they had before.
“Ti adoro,” he murmured. “Il mio cuore è solo tua—My heart is yours.”