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GABRIELLA’S POV
He had never wanted anything more in his life than to flip her over and thrust into all that wet heat. He pushed those thoughts aside. He wanted to be inside of her.
Right now, his focus was on making her feel comfortable, just as she usually would.
Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Nic watched her. She was nervous, but her eyes were locked on his chest as he revealed his bare skin with each button he undid. He pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside. He gave her a moment before he leaned back and tugged her forward until she landed against his chest, her breasts pressed tightly against him.
He could feel her pebbled nipples and closed his eyes. God, this felt so good. Too good. His arms wrapped around her, and she relaxed, her head tucked under his chin. Gabriella’s warm breath ghosted over his naked flesh, and he suppressed the groan that was building.
She fit him perfectly. Her little purr of contentment made him smile. She trusted him, even in her drunken state. It was a truth he was proud of.
“Gabriella?”
“Hmm?”
“Time to go to bed.”
He felt her entire body tense up, and he laughed; it was still amusing that she was suddenly scared. “Shush, now, kitty. I don’t mean what you think I mean. I just want to complete the prompt. That’s all.”
“That’s all?”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
A smile spread across his face, and a feeling of sheer happiness overwhelmed him. He didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he sat back up, helping Gab to swing around. He stood up, Gab in his arms, and walked the short distance to his bed.
The king-sized bed dominated the room. Her gaze shot to the bed, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, Kitty, we’ve done this before.”
He set her down on the bed. The dress fell and pooled around her feet. “Stay still.”
He went to his closet and found the scarves he was looking for. They were thick and soft.
He took them back out and leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to blindfold you, Kitty. You enjoy that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a shudder going through her.
He smiled and covered her eyes, tying the scarf tightly so it wouldn’t slip. Now that she couldn’t see the open lust on his face, she was calmer. “On the bed, Gabriella.” Gently, he pushed her backward until her knees hit the mattress. She fell back and lay there, her breathing a little erratic.
He picked up her legs and said, “Go on, lay back on the bed, Kitty.” She scooted and twisted, pulling her legs free from his hands.
“Are you ready, Gab?” he asked, his voice calm and low.
“Yes.”
“Then give me your hands.”
She lay frozen, her mind whirling with a hundred different thoughts. He was going to tie her hands up. She knew it. She didn’t want him to, but she did. Why did he want to tie her hands? So she couldn’t run from him, her mind whispered to her.
She contemplated rising and starting to run now, but her skin felt like it was ablaze, and all she craved was to sense his hands upon her. Since he’d mentioned he was going to touch her, her mind seemed fixated on the image, her skin already yearning for the touch of his hands.
She raised her hands, and he crooned something nonsensical to her. She felt a soft material encircle her wrists until they were bound.
Nic tugged on the knots to ensure their security, and then lifted her hands, fastening them to the headboard. He tugged once more, and she also pulled at the bonds. They were tight. Escaping them wouldn’t be possible anytime soon.
He stepped away from the bed, and Nic lay there, her anxiety intensifying with every passing second. What was wrong with her? Why had she allowed him to do this? She couldn’t handle this, and she began to twist her hands, pulling hard, desperate for freedom.
Panic surged rapidly and intensely, and she yanked even harder. She needed to break free; she needed release. She couldn’t endure this.
“Shhh, Gabriella,” Niclas’s hand covered both of hers. “You’re safe. I won’t hurt you. You know this. Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe and relax.” His fingers started tracing slow circles over her hands, and strangely, her body did begin to calm down. Not her mind, but her body started to unwind, melting into his touch as it always did.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, and she felt the bed shift as he sat down, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before moving away. “It’s okay, baby. We’re going to take this slow. Just relax.”
She took deep breaths and simply listened to the seductive sounds of the mesmerizing music. His touch began to dispel her panic, and she sighed. His fingers trailed up the length of her arm and back down, like a flame leaving sparks in its wake. He ran his fingers down her other arm and then back up. When he descended again, she felt him. His fingertips were against her skin, and she shivered where they made contact.
He glided his hand down her side, ghosting over her ribs and hips, and she jerked, unprepared for the surge of desire that ignited within her. He continued his unhurried exploration down her leg and then back up along the inside of her thigh.
Her breath caught when his fingers glided over the lace of her underwear, applying slight pressure right where her clitoris was, and she whimpered. His fingers traveled up to her abdomen, where he placed his hand flat against the muscles of her belly. His hand traced her stomach, up and down, across and down again. His touch sent hot shivers coursing through every inch of her body, and she cried out when his hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently.
“Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered against her fevered skin. “Just relax, Kitty, just relax and feel.”
His mouth closed over one nipple, and Gabriella nearly catapulted off the bed. If she hadn’t been restrained by the bonds, she would have. His mouth suckled the tormented nipple through the lace, the fabric growing damp. Fire coursed through Gabriella, and she cried out again. The sensation forged a scorching trail straight to her clitoris.
The tiny cluster of bundled nerves began to ache and throb. The more firmly Nic sucked on her nipple, the more she ached. He didn’t even have to touch her there for the fire to build. She shifted restlessly, pressing her legs together tightly, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure.
Nic released her nipple from his mouth, and she cried out-not in relief, but in something akin to pain. Her body throbbed, and she shifted. He stood up, and she heard a rustling sound, though it barely registered. Her entire focus was on the sensations rippling through her body and the sound of the music.
“Gabriella, I’m going to envelop your body, baby. You’ll feel my skin against yours.” Nicklaus’s voice was almost hoarse, but she paid it no mind. She sensed the bed dip again, felt his hand part her legs, and she whimpered, attempting to close them, but he wouldn’t allow it.
He wouldn’t allow her to evade him. He pushed her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. She felt his skin against hers, his warmth seeping into her flesh, her bones. His body engulfed hers; he was so much larger. “There’s my girl,” he purred. “Are you alright?”
The sound of his voice whispering in her ear eased her as well. Her body began to relax, to become limber and pliant at his mere touch. She sighed, a soft sigh not of fear, but of… something, something she couldn’t quite name.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear, and she whimpered when she felt his tongue trace her earlobe before drawing it into his mouth.
That same fire from earlier began to weave its way down her body, settling at the intersection between her thighs. She moaned when his teeth grazed the soft flesh ever so lightly.
His lips departed from her ear and worked their way down her neck, nuzzling, his tongue swirling over the sensitive skin. She emitted a sound, even though she couldn’t identify it, as his teeth scraped against the pulse point on her neck.
“I thought you said you were only going to touch.” She gasped as he began to lick his way back up her neck, over her jawline, and across her bottom lip.