In a flash, Nickolas closes the distance between us, backing me up against a nearby tree. The rough bark digs into my bare skin, a delicious contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. His lips find mine again in a searing kiss, stealing the thoughts from my head. All that exists is the taste of him, the feel of his hands roaming over my curves, igniting sparks wherever they touch. As his hands move to my upper body, they come to a stop once they reach my neck, where he wraps his hand around it.
“Are you sure, little one?” he asks, his eyes brimming with lust. I nod eagerly.
Nickolas crushes his lips against mine, and in a swift motion, he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He lowers us to the ground, the soft grass a cushion beneath my back. He pulls away just long enough to shed his shirt but leaves his vest on, revealing the glorious expanse of tanned skin and rippling biceps. My mouth goes dry at the sight, wetness pooling in my core.
He crawls over me, his body a delicious weight pinning me down. I clench my thighs together, trying to ease the ache, but it only intensifies as his erection brushes against my stomach.
“Promise me something before we begin,” he murmurs, staring into my eyes.
“What?” I manage, my brain fuzzy with lust.
“No matter what I do to you, don’t touch me,” he commands, his tone brooking no argument.
I want to ask why, want to protest, but the dark promise in his eyes steals the words from my tongue. I can only nod, too horny to pry right now.
Seemingly satisfied, Nickolas presses a tender kiss to my forehead before trailing his lips down the column of my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. My breath hitches as a shiver runs down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch. His lips move down my body, pausing at my breasts, where he lavishes attention on the sensitive peaks until I’m writhing beneath him, wordless pleas falling from my lips. But he doesn’t linger, continuing his torturous path downward.
He settles between my thighs, his breath ghosting over my core. I squirm, aching for his touch, for anything to ease the throbbing need.
“Has anyone eaten you before, little one?” he asks, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. His stubble rasps against the delicate skin, sending shivers up my spine.
“No,” I whimper, my hips canting upward of their own accord, seeking his mouth.
“Good. Because this,” he growls, his gaze locked on my glistening folds, “is mine and mine alone.”
And then his mouth is on me, his tongue delving deep. I cry out, my back arching off the ground as pleasure crashes over me in waves. He licks and sucks and nibbles, driving me higher and higher. My hands fist in the grass, my body bowing taut as a bowstring.
“Nickolas,” I keen, my voice breaking on a sob. “Please…”
I can feel his smile against my flesh as he redoubles his efforts, thrusting his tongue inside me again and again.
“Nickolas,” I moan, feeling his tongue wreak havoc on my core, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me like never before. As I writhe beneath him, I feel his hand trailing up my chest. He grabs my breast, massaging it with skillful fingers before pulling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through me.
Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core, winding me like a spring, ready to snap. Just as I’m about to crest that peak, he pulls away, leaving me aching and empty.
“Not yet, little one,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. He rises from between my thighs, his lips stained with my juices. He licks them clean before inserting two fingers into my core. My eyes flutter closed as pleasure courses through me, my head spinning with ecstasy. Nickolas thrusts into me repeatedly, driving me closer and closer to the edge until I finally reach the peak, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. I shatter, crying out his name like a prayer as ecstasy crashes over me, through me, seeming to go on forever.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, smiling as he licks his fingers clean. Rising to his feet, he pulls down his boxers, revealing his impressive size. My eyes widen at the sight, and he smirks, his confidence evident as he moves closer.
He moves back to me, hovering above, his gaze intense and focused. Slowly, almost reverently, he positions himself at my entrance, his breath mingling with mine as we brace for what’s to come. He pushes forward into my core. I suck a breath in, grimacing as it hurts been my first time. Nickolas stills instantly, his expression that of surprise.
“Amelia,” he says, his tone suddenly serious.
“Yes,” I groan out, trying to take in the pain of his member inside my core.
“Are you a fucking virgin?” he asks, staring at me intensely.
Unable to find my voice, I simply nod. I’m not surprised by Nickolas’s questions. As I mentioned before, many supernaturals don’t wait for their mates anymore.
Nickolas’s eyes widen in shock. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he says firmly, starting to pull away, but I halt him, grabbing his arm firmly.
“I want you,” I declare, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“I am not fucking letting you have your first time in the woods.”
A smile graces my face. I can’t believe that’s why he wants to stop. I reach for him, breaking his ‘no touching’ rule, and cup his face in my hands.
“This moment here couldn’t be more magical than I imagined it,” I whisper, my gaze locked with his. He starts to protest, words forming on his lips, but I silence him with a kiss, rolling us over so that now I straddle his hips.
Nicholas locks his gaze with mine, his intense stare conveying a mix of desire and restraint, but he doesn’t intervene as I guide him into me, feeling every inch of him filling my core.
“Fuck!” He groans as he closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his heartbeat echoing against my palm pressed against his chest.
I begin to move my hips tentatively, adjusting to the new sensations coursing through my body, a blend of pleasure and discomfort intertwining. I remind myself to be patient, knowing that the initial discomfort will yield to pleasure in seconds.
Nicholas’s eyes flicker open, concern clouding their depths as he hears my soft whimper, his brow furrowing in response. With a swift movement, he flips us over, his lips grazing mine as he whispers promises against my skin.
“You’re mine to please,” he murmurs, his movements slow and deliberate as he eases in and out of me, each thrust calculated to heighten pleasure and assuage any lingering pain. With each gentle movement, the whimper that escapes my lips gradually transforms into unabashed moans of pleasure, echoing through the woods around us.
“Nicholas,” I moan, clutching his arm desperately, my nails sinking into his skin as waves of pleasure crash over me. His thrusts become more fervent, driving me closer and closer to the edge with each movement. In a moment of ecstasy, I yield to my primal urges and drag my nails down his back, breaking his unspoken rule once more.
As my climax approaches, pleasure floods my body, overwhelming my senses. I shatter into euphoria, my release crashing over me like a turbulent storm. Nicholas follows suit moments later, filling me with his cum.
Exhausted and panting, Nicholas collapses against me, his body a welcome weight pressing me into the soft earth. We lay there, limbs entangled, hearts beating in sync.
In the hazy contentment, my eyes drift lazily over his form, drinking in every detail. That’s when I notice something peeking out from under the edge of his vest – thin, silvery lines marring the smooth expanse of his skin. Scars, old and faded, but unmistakable.
Curiosity flares within me, a sudden, intense need to know the stories behind those marks. What pain has he endured? What battles has he fought? Each scar is a clue to his past.
Slowly, hesitantly, I reach out to trace one of the scars with the tip of my finger. The texture is smooth, and the skin is slightly raised. I feel Nicholas tense beneath my touch, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly.
“Amelia!” he groans, recoiling from my touch as if my fingers were searing brands against his skin. Hastily, he pulls his shirt over his head.
“I know you said I shouldn’t touch you. I’m sorry,” I murmur softly, regret heavy in my words as I rise to my feet. The remnants of our passion still linger between my thighs, a blush creeping up my cheeks at the memory.
“And if it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t disgusted by them,” I offer tentatively, piecing together the puzzle of his scars and the way he shields them as if they’re a mark of shame. The realization hits me like a revelation – he thinks I find them repulsive. But nothing could be further from the truth.
“I didn’t ask if you were,” he retorts sharply, his defenses firmly in place as he hastily pulls on his pants.
“I know, but…” I trail off as I notice he’s dressed and about to leave. “Where are you going?” I ask, my voice tinged with confusion.
“Away from you before you begin asking me questions you shouldn’t but feel you can because we fucked.” He says, walking away, retreating into the forest’s shadows without a backward glance.
I stand there, naked as the day I was born, the cool night air brushing against my skin like an icy caress. Shock reverberates through me, sending shivers down my spine as I wonder if Nickolas truly just said that and walked away.