GABRIELLA’S POV
“I never said exactly what I’d touch you with, now did I, Kitty?” His voice was soft and dark, like a deep, rich chocolate you indulged in late at night. You knew it was
feel the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, and she instinctively arched her hips upward.
He let out a low, ragged moan and tore his lips from hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. His tongue swiped against the soft skin, and she groaned.
Niclaus forced himself to stop, to calm down. She trusted him enough to let him tie her up and blindfold her. Trusted him to take care of her and not frighten her. He wouldn’t take advantage of that trust. At least not tonight.
He pushed himself up until he was sitting on his knees between her spread legs and simply stared at her, not making a sound. He could hear her breathing and knew she was wondering what he was doing or what he was going to do.
A small smile spread across his face as he thought about that. She had to be so nervous, and yet she lay there, waiting. Waiting for his touch, his taste. Simply his.
She was his, and he was her master there was no denying that anymore. No matter what happened in the next while, for right now, she was his. He wasn’t going to make it another three weeks, the end of their three-month bet. His body couldn’t handle it.
He was going to seduce her soon. Truthfully, if he pushed, he could take her now, but he wouldn’t. He wanted her to be completely and utterly lost to his touch, with no thoughts but feelings running through her body.
She moved restlessly, and he refocused on her instead of his thoughts. He laid his hands flat against the insides of her thighs and rubbed them up and down the silkiness of her skin. She always felt so damn soft, like a balm to his callused hands.
She let out a low whine, and he increased the pressure, the gentle massage becoming a deeper one. Each time he went up, he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, and she shivered every time.
He let one hand slide up her hip and then trace the top of the bit of lace that had been driving him crazy since he’d seen it on her. His hand worked its way down, his index finger pushing down, forcing the fabric between her folds.
He loved the sound of her voice as she cried out, loved the wet material that told him how ready she was. He pressed down and rubbed hard circles around her clit.
“Do you like that, Kitty?” he asked, his voice hoarse. God, he needed relief soon, or he was going to hurt all night.
“Yesss,” she gasped, her hips pushing up.
Nic smiled. The look of desire and lust on her face was enough almost to push him over the edge.
He pushed the lace aside and slipped his fingers into her folds. God, she was wet, so wet. Her soft cries when he touched her swollen clit had him putting his hand down his underwear, and he stroked himself as he stroked the girl bound to the bed, writhing under his touch, spread wide across his thighs.
His thumb switched places with his index finger and he slid a single finger inside her, and a low guttural sound was ripped from her. Fuck, she was tight as always. He closed his eyes and thought of sliding inside all that tight heat, her walls surrounding him, holding him in their velvety depths. He groaned and let out a cry of his own.
Her hips were thrusting up, and he made himself focus. She was close. Her thighs were tense, trembling. She was thrashing, moaning.
“Niclaus…I…what…”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he soothed, pushing two fingers inside of her. “Don’t fight this. Just relax and let it happen. Easy, baby, just let go.”
He gripped his cock and stroked hard and fast, his fingers stroking Gab in time to the hand on his cock. He was close to himself.
God, it felt good, and he wasn’t even inside her. His fingers pressed harder against her clit, he scraped the inside of her walls, and he felt her tense, felt the climax swell inside her, and then he felt it give way, the rush of fluid coating his fingers as Gabriella screamed and bucked beneath his hand. Nic groaned and felt his climax hit him hard.
“Gabriella,” He cried out her name and fell forward, landing on top of her. It took him a moment to get his breathing under control, but even then, he didn’t move. He let her take his weight and reveled in the knowledge he’d made her scream his name.
Gab could barely catch her breath at the rush of sensations that had just torn through her. Never in her life had she felt anything like that. She still ached a little, but his fingers were still buried inside her.
She’d heard him yell out her name, and she loved it. Despite the fact he was too heavy and made breathing difficult, she refused to ask him to move. This felt good, it felt right, and she didn’t want to lose this feeling yet. Didn’t want to lose Nicklaus, even though she knew she was going to lose him soon enough.
She dreaded what was coming. He pulled his hand free of her panties, and she whimpered a little. The flesh was still swollen and sensitive. He untied the scarf that served as a blindfold, but she kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to see what was in his eyes. If it was gloating, she couldn’t bear it.
“Open your eyes, Gabriella.”
She groaned but did as he asked. His black eyes were hooded and sleepy, but there was no sign of gloating.
“Are you okay, Gab? Better than before?” he asked, reaching up to untie her hands. He took them in his and rubbed her wrists gently, first one and then the other.
She nodded, not trusting her voice. He was being so gentle, so kind. How could she not feel things?
He pulled her up into a sitting position so she faced him. He cupped her face and leaned in to give her the softest, gentlest kiss he’d ever given her. Gab melted into the kiss. It was so sweet. He had never kissed her like this before, with such slowness and intentionality she savored the feel of it.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered against her lips. He ran his tongue over her lower lip, and she let out a tiny sigh, which caused him to chuckle. “Now, was that so bad? You kept tensing up like this wasn’t the most gentle sex we’ve ever had.”
Gabriella felt her face flame up and she ducked her head, her mass of heavy, dark curls swinging in her face.
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I felt an overwhelming sense of shyness as Nicklaus and I walked hand in hand back toward the hall where the ritual was being performed. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, and I could sense that everyone around us knew what was about to happen. They knew we had to have sex to restore one of my energies. The idea still felt surreal to me, like a distant dream that I couldn’t quite grasp.
Deep down, I struggled to have faith and believe that I had suddenly become a special being. Yes, I was now the moon goddess, but it was a concept that was difficult for me to embrace fully. Delilah had told me that I had encountered Derenzantrafiakiloma, the mysterious woman I had seen that day, but I found it hard to accept. It felt like I was living in a world of myths and legends, far removed from the reality I had known.
Although I possessed the ability to hear things before they happened, I couldn’t claim to read people’s thoughts or truly understand their innermost desires. Perhaps it was simply my intuition at work, guiding me through the uncertain paths that lay ahead. But the burden of this responsibility weighed heavily on me, and the stress threatened to consume me entirely. Despite it all, I was determined to endure whatever trials lay ahead for the sake of my daughter, for the well-being of the pack, and for the future of us all.
As if sensing my discomfort, Nicklaus gently squeezed my hands, offering me much-needed reassurance. His touch sent a surge of warmth through me, soothing the knots of anxiety in my stomach. In that intimate moment, the connection between us deepened, and I found solace in his presence.
“You can do this, Gabriella. I believe in you,” he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering support. His words washed over me, touching the deepest parts of my heart. It was as if he saw through all my doubts and fears, offering me strength when I needed it the most.