Ruthless Heart

I hurtle towards a climax before I even realize. I can’t hold it back. “Oh my God—”

Nero growls, feeling my body clench around him. “What’s wrong, baby? Not used to a man who gets you there, every fucking time?”

He reaches between us, rubbing my clit swiftly, and fuck, my body can’t take the added sensation. I climax all over again with a cry.

“Nero!” I clutch the sheets, shocked by my own response. I’ve never come so fast, so often.

But he doesn’t look surprised. He smiles down at me with a dangerous power in his eyes. “That’s right,” he drawls, lazily stroking where our bodies are joined. He fucks me slowly through the ripples of pleasure. “Say my name. Scream it, baby. Tell the whole city who’s making this tight pussy go off.”

As I’m gasping for breath, shaken by my orgasms, Nero flips us, settling back against the pillows with me straddling his lap. “Ride me, Princess,” he orders me, positioning his dick below my dripping entrance. “Take your pleasure. I want to watch you go to town on my dick.”

His filthy words make me flush, but God, I love it all.

Panting, I sink down on his cock, slowly taking him inside me.

God, the new angle is something else. He spears up inside me, deeper than ever, hitting that special spot that makes me see stars.

I toss my head back and moan.

“Fuck yeah,” Nero groans. He’s heavy-lidded below me, gripping my hips as he thrusts up inside. “Look at you, taking it all. Such a fucking good girl for me.”

He lands a loud slap on my bare ass, making me jerk.

“That’s right, make those gorgeous tits bounce.” Nero spanks me again, urging me on. “Go to town, baby. The beast’s all yours.”

The truth is, I’ve never ridden on top before. I’m not even sure where to begin, so I inhale a shuddering breath, rising up a little, and then quickly sinking back down. His groan of appreciation gives me new confidence, so I do it again. Faster. Harder. Until I’m bouncing on his cock, loving the friction and the way Nero is groaning in pleasure beneath me. I rake my nails over his chest, circling my hips to grind just right.

“Fuck, you’re a miracle,” he gasps, breath ragged. I can feel the muscles of his hard body flex and release as he moves with me. Even in this position, we both know who holds the power here. “So tight, just like I remembered. Only you. My Lily.”

I moan, another orgasm building inside me. This one is gathering like a tidal wave, and the power of it almost scares me. I falter, my motions fading. “Nero…” I whimper.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He thrusts up inside me, directing my movements now, and all I can do it go along with it. His hold on my hips is tight that it’ll probably leave bruises, but I don’t care. “I’ve always got you. Did any other man ever make you feel like this?”

“No,” I cry. “No one. Never!”

“That’s right. Because you’re mine.”

He thrusts up again with a roar, sending me hurtling over the edge. I come apart with a scream, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm, ripping through me in wave after wave of intense pleasure. I lose all sense of everything other than him. All that matters is this, as below me, I feel Nero stiffen, and then climax with his own animal groans of ecstasy, pumping into me, fucking me through every breath.

I collapse onto his chest, my body exhausted. Holy hell. I gasp for air, reeling at the feelings still crashing through my body, aftershocks of pleasure chasing the last ebb of my climax away.

What the hell was that?

Calling it sex seems like a disservice. It’s never been like this with anyone. Even my first time with Nero couldn’t compare to what we just did and up until now, that had been the best I’d ever had.

But he was right. It was nothing compared to the man he is now.

Nero falls asleep,spooning there beside me in the bed with my head tucked underneath his chin and his arms draped around me, holding me close for hours in the night.

I don’t sleep. I can hear his heart beating, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. My own breathing automatically lines up with him, and I can feel my body relax, despite the first strands of doubt beginning to stir in my mind.

What am I doing here?

Sex was crossing the line enough, but laying here in his arms, listening to him breathe, reveling in the luxury of his embrace? I feel warm, protected.

But I know, it can’t last.

Nothing has changed, even if everything feels different now.