CHAPTER 92

CHAPTER 92
I turn, only to find his mouth inches from mine, and then he kisses me without asking for my permission. What is wrong with him? Does he invite me for coffee just to erase Cassian's taste from my lips?

His mouth teases mine, coaxing me to respond, and when I do, he deepens the kiss with a hunger that surprises even him. One hand tangles in my hair while the other roams lower, over my hips, gripping me with more need than I expect. A soft moan escapes into his mouth, and that becomes his undoing. Then, he pauses.

"Let me finish what Cassian starts," he whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

The tip of his tongue brushes lightly against my ear, making me squirm. Slowly, I feel him reaching for the waistband of his pants, lowering them slightly before his hands move to the hem of my dress.

Then, he guides me closer to the balcony railing, encouraging me to lean forward just a little. He doesn't even bother pulling down my underwear. Instead, he simply slides it aside as though he's in too much of a hurry to wait.

"Not here, Nico," I tell him. "Someone might see us."

"Shhh..." he whispers. "Stop thinking, Vivienne. Just enjoy what I'm about to do." His words make it painfully clear that he doesn't care if someone catches us on the balcony.

"No," I protest when he tries to pull my dress over my head.

What the hell? We're outside. A servant or a guard could walk by at any moment. It's too risky! But, of course, Nico doesn't take no for an answer, just like the night he follows me to the lake and takes my virginity.

My dress ends up discarded somewhere nearby. My bra follows soon after, and then I feel the warmth of his mouth against my breasts. Is he really going to have me right here?

"Nico..." I murmur in protest, but the moment his hand slips beneath the waistband of my underwear, every word dies in my throat.

“Where do you want me to start, Vivienne?” he whispers.

I open my mouth, but no words come out. My thoughts scatter in every direction. If I answer, I lose. If I stay silent... I'm not sure that's any safer. 

However, Nico doesn't wait for my answer.  He cups my face gently before leaning in, capturing my lips in another slow, lingering kiss. This one is different. Less teasing. More patient. More dangerous.

I try to keep my breathing steady, but it becomes impossible when he deepens the kiss, stealing every coherent thought from my mind, and when he finally pulls back, his lips brush the curve of my jaw.

"Still want me to stop?" he murmurs.

I don’t know what to say, and then his gaze searches mine for a long moment before his mouth trails lower, leaving featherlight kisses along my neck. Every touch sends another wave of warmth through me. I hate how easily my body responds.

"Nico..." I whisper, though I don't know whether it's a warning or a plea.

He smiles against my skin. "Relax."

His hand finds mine, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles across my knuckles while he continues pressing slow kisses along my shoulder.

The night air feels cool against my skin, yet standing this close to him makes it difficult to remember how to breathe. He lifts his head just enough to look at me.

"You're trembling."

"I am not."

"You are." His grin widens, infuriatingly confident. "You always argue even when your body gives you away."

Heat rushes into my cheeks so I glare at him, determined not to let him enjoy my embarrassment. “Shut up!” 

He shrugs. “Okay,” he says but then his fingertips lightly brush my arm before he takes a small step back.   

“Where do you want me to start? Up or down?” he asks but he really doesn’t give me a chance to respond. 

He just kisses my lips again, and it is so passionate that I can’t help but kiss him back. Then, his kisses go down to my neck. Before I can complain, his tongue starts working to tease me even more. 

“Ahhhh,” I moan as he conquers every inch of my skin, before his tongue traces soft kisses down my chest. 

I hold onto him while his kiss goes down to my stomach, lower to my belly. Then his tongue grazes the part between my thighs. 

“Ohhhh!” I can no longer control my desire when I feel his mouth so close to my pussy. His tongue is teasing me down there. “Nico…” I breathe heavily as he attempts to glide his fingers inside my panties. 

“Uhmmm?” 

Then, he traces the slit before aiming for the entrance. My mouth gapes open as his two fingers start going in and out of my cunt. I tug at his hair as he fingers me and since Nico is an experienced lover, I can’t help but let out some expletive words as a strange pleasure envelops my body. 

Slowly, I can feel his tongue moving up to my belly, to my stomach until his mouth covers one of my breasts again. 

“Feels good?” he murmurs. 

I just nod. 

“You really taste good, baby,” he whispers lustfully and then he quickens the movement of his fingers down there. 

I close my eyes while biting my bottom lip. I want him to stop but knowing him, he is not going to listen. I just arch my lower body to give him more access to that part, and then he suddenly lowers his mouth to mine, captures it, and then he forces me to maintain eye contact with him. 

“Nico!” I groan when his fingers make me cum. 

My hands are on his neck as I arch my body to release my desire and at the same time, his mouth finds my boobs again. I convulse against his finger, shaking, and squeezing until every drop of it is out!

I haven't recovered from the climax yet, and he is already sucking my nipple again. A few seconds later, his kisses trail down to my stomach once more. This time, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tears the soaked fabric away.

“Did you have to ruin it?” I complain the moment I hear the fabric rip.

“Fuck, Vivienne,” he groans before I feel his hot tongue graze my swollen pussy.