“You’re wrong,” I tell him. “I had no idea what my dad was planning.”
He shakes his head. “More lies.”
“No!”
I close the distance between us, and grab hold of both his hands. “Listen to me, Nero. I had no idea. The night we spent together, I got home, and found them all waiting. My bags were packed. I didn’t have a choice,” My voice shakes with emotion, remembering my heartache and confusion. I meet his eyes, desperately trying to make him see. Make him believe me.
“I wanted to stay. I wanted to be with you! But they put me in the car, they said I would be dead if I didn’t go with them. I was only sixteen, I didn’t have a choice! But it was real for me, Nero. Every word. Every kiss. Leaving you behind was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I loved you..”
I stare into his eyes, fervent, and Nero looks back at me. I can see my words sinking in, as he turns them over, deciding whether to believe me.
“It was real for me,” I repeat. “I could never have faked a love like that. It was always real.”
Something shifts in his expression. Breaking open. A new light shining through.
And then he’s reaching for me.
His lips crash against mine, searching, desperate, and I meet them with sheer, passionate relief. Yes! I sink into his arms, greedily kissing him back, exploring his mouth and tongue as I hold on tight.
Nero picks me up, walking me towards the stairs, but I can’t wait. Desire washes hotly over me, and I boldly yank open Nero’s shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. He lets out a sound like a growl and breaks our kiss to yank my dress up and over my head, leaving me in panties and a strapless bra.
“Dammit, Lily,” he groans, eyes raking over me. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“Show me,” I demand, breathless. I press myself against him, and Nero doesn’t wait. His mouth is on my breast in an instant, sucking and lapping until I moan. He carries me blindly up the staircase, pressing me back against the wall on the landing halfway up. I rock against him, desperate to feel his hard length against my core. Nero growls, nipping on one taut nipple as he thrusts, pinning me back, rubbing his erection hard against my clit.
I cry out in pleasure. “Nero,” I gasp. “Oh God, please…”
He takes us down to the floor, until I’m laying spread on the landing, my head propped against the stair riser as he dips his head to my chest again, his tongue lavishing my breasts, one at a time. I close my eyes in bliss, my hands going to the back of his head as he suckles harder, almost to the point of pain.
But that’s how it is with him, straddling the thin line between pain and pleasure until I can’t take anymore.
“Please,” I beg, writhing in his arms. I don’t even know what I’m begging for. Just more of him.
All of him.
His hands find my panties, and he rips them off me, the explicit sound filling the empty house. Oh my God. “I’ll buy you new ones,” he groans, already sucking on the inside of my thigh. “Fuck, Princess, I’ll buy you the goddamn world if I get to taste this pussy.”
I arch up, eagerly pressing myself closer to his mouth. “Yes. Yes!”
I can barely breath as he grips my thighs and spreads my legs wide. He gazes at me, licking his lips.
“You’re so wet for me. Fucking glistening.”
I shudder with longing. “It’s all for you,” I gasp. “Please, Nero…”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He growls, his eyes full of lusty victory. “I won’t let this sugar go to waste. Not when I’ve been dying for another taste.”
He buries his face between my legs, flattening his tongue as he licks up my center.
I scream.
Holy fuck! My legs shake, and he throws them over his shoulders, keeping me wide open for his tongue as he presses a hand to my stomach, pinning me in place.
Pleasure slams through me, circling tighter with every wicked lick. “Oh my God!” I cry, grabbing hold of the banister spokes with one hand, “Yes!”
“Scream my name,” Nero demands. “Tell everyone who’s giving it to you so good.”
“Nero!” my voice echoes, frenzied with passion. “Oh God, Nero, yes!”