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She watched as he stood to his full height. Peering right back at her so intently. It made her blush a little, her gaze inadvertently trailing over the length of him. His tall and lean body. Those contoured muscles on his chest. His broad shoulders. His defined abs. That v-live going straight into his pants. He was so beautiful. So perfectly carved, like one of those statues made by the most illustrious sculptors of ancient Greece. He was right. There was a grain of truth in those tales. Gods were actually beautiful. And she still couldn't believe that she was standing in the presence of one.
One that happened to plague her mind for a while now. Her dreams.
There was a slight tingle in her lower belly as she remembered that dream that she'd had, of his skin against hers. His hands on her body. She unconsciously bit her lower lip, heart skipping a beat as soon as she noticed him move. Bending to retrieve what appeared to be a large and fluffy white towel from the lounge bed, and with slow yet determined strides he walked closer to the pool. Straight to where those stone steps leading outside of the pool were.
She could feel her heartbeat increase. Gaze darting between his face and that towel in his hand.
Neither of them uttered a single word. She didn't ask and he didn't command her to do anything. Silently waiting. She thickly swallowed. Knowing that she would have to get out of the water at some point and inevitably offer him another look at her body. Her nether regions quivered at the thought of that.
She found herself kind of wanting to do that. Have him look at her again, the way that he did back at the mansion. Trace her curves with his gaze like that. It made her feel so sexy, and wanted. She knew now that he wouldn't harm her or make her feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. She could tell. She could feel it in her heart. He'd already had so many opportunities to just take what he wanted. He never did. He'd chosen not to hurt her instead, every single time. He'd been so kind to her, even though he sometimes liked to pretend that he wasn't. There was good within him, she could feel it. And she wanted to try. To give in. Fall into his arms, experience what she hadn't before, with anyone else. Love. Sex. Intimacy.
She swallowed again, feeling her heartbeat thundering within her chest now. Her body was thrumming with excitement, and nervousness. But she didn't let that hinder her. And after an encouraging breath she slowly started to wade back to the stairs, cheeks already flushed with heat as she timidly peered up at him. Observing his unmoving stance.
She bit her lower lip again, so incredibly nervous as she found that first step under the water. This was it. The point of no return. The part where she would put her trust in him. Let him have however much of her he wanted to.
Her gaze met his again, holding it as she timidly started to climb. Step after step. Inch by inch getting out of the water. Revealing herself to him.
Her large breasts were out in mere moments. But he didn't bat an eye at them. Continuing to hold hers so intently. Her stomach followed. Then her hips. And soon, she was standing right in front of him. Completely bare. Dripping wet from that fragrant water into the pool. There were even a few petals still clinging to her body.
Nicholas stepped closer. Gaze still holding hers. She shivered as soon as he moved, surprised to watch him unfold that towel and wrap it around her body with careful moves.
"Thanks," she timidly uttered and held it around her, blushing so profusely now. She could feel that pang of embarrassment poking at her, along with a mild sting of disappointment.
But he immediately surprised her as soon as that deviant little smirk made its appearance onto his features, her lower belly tingling as soon as she heard him utter,
"My turn now,"
Her brows furrowed, her eyes widening as soon as she heard the sound of his belt buckle opening. Her heart immediately started to furiously pound again. Her kitty pulsing underneath that towel. But she held onto it. Her gaze still trained on his.
"You can look, sweetheart. I know that you want to. I don't mind," he softly told her, the girl feeling her body shivering at the sound of his voice coming out like that. So sensual. Alluring.
She thickly swallowed again. Peering up between his eyes for another moment. Those blood-red eyes of his. And before she could chicken out and talk herself out of it she lowered her chin and looked. She was so damn curious to see. Especially after having seen all that she saw today. She just wanted to know if he was big like that.
And he was. Holy sweet lord, he was.
Her eyes went wide as soon as her gaze fell on the monstrously long and thick member jutting out from between his hips, standing upright. Pointing out straight to her.
"It's no secret that I want you, Diana," she heard him say, his voice though sounding a little rougher now. She almost whimpered as a small trickle of heat trailed between her legs. Outlining how much her body actually yearned for this. For him there.
"I fantasize about your lovely body everyday. Ever since I've laid eyes on you," her gaze trailed back up to meet his, peering between his eyes. His dark ruby eyes.
"I really want to have you," he blatantly confessed.
"Every single inch of you," he added, his tone equally rough. Riled-up. Filled with need. Her breath hitched within her throat. Noticing him take a step closer to her. Forcing her to tilt her chin even higher up to maintain eye-contact.
"Your arousal is driving me crazy, Diana, every chance I get to feel it, along with your blood," he softly growled out, his gaze filled with a hunger that made her knees weaken. Her core trickling with liquid heat. She couldn't contain that tiny little sound escaping her at the hearing of his words. She was already trembling so hard. Thrumming with anticipation.
"You can turn around and leave if you don't want this. Any of this. I won't stop you," his tone took a more serious note as he told her that, intently peering between her eyes. Searching. Waiting.
She didn't do anything. Neither react nor say anything to him. Quietly staring right back into his eyes. Feeling the heat of him so close to her. His powerful presence. She wanted this. She really did. But she was so embarrassed to say it.
"This is your last chance, Diana," he warned, his eyelids drooping as he continued to stare at her like that. With passion, and burning want. She swallowed again.
She remained exactly where she was, peering between his eyes. Her hands shaking around the corners of that towel.
He smirked, the corner of his lips curling up into a naughty and equally satisfied smile. His head playfully tilted to the side.
"What were you dreaming about, Diana?"
Her lips mildly parted with surprise. Even a little bit of embarrassment.
"Earlier, before we got here,"
She blinked, nervously peering between his eyes.
"I..."
"Don't lie," he admonished.
She bit her lip, her pulse increasing as she thought about it again. About what he was doing to her in her dream.
"I was dreaming about you," she quietly confessed. Her eyelids fluttering with bashfulness.
His smirk broadened.
"What was I doing to you, in your dream?"
She hesitated for a moment. Her body tormented by an array of emotions. Lust. Nervousness. Fear. Anticipation.
"You were...touching me," she lastly answered. Nervously licking her lips.
Nicholas followed the action.
"Where?" He pressed.
Her eyes widened a little. Cheeks burning so profusely as she eventually gripped that towel with only one hand, just so that she could timidly point downwards with the other.
He smirked again. Licking his lips with utter delight.
"Did you like it?"
She met his gaze again. Hesitatingly peering between his eyes.
"Answer, Diana,"
"Yes," she finally uttered out, her insides twisting with emotion. She just wanted for him to stop torturing her like that and do something instead. Anything.
She noticed his arm moving a little. Muscles bunching in his pectoral. His shoulder. So she lowered her gaze, just in time to notice the way that his tattooed hand was wrapped around his red and angrily swollen member, slowly pumping up and down. Caressing himself. She couldn't refrain that wanton little mewl that escaped her, so painfully aroused by the sight. Her inner walls were clenching, another trail of liquid coating that place between her legs.
"Would you like me to touch you like that? Or you can touch yourself if you want to, sweetheart. Whatever your heart desires," he sensually uttered, her gaze though still following that action. What he was doing to himself.
It looked so...incredibly erotic, and it made her feel so aroused. She wanted this. She wanted for him to touch her. All of her. She wanted for him to make her feel good, the way that he did back at the manor. She wanted for him to have her, make her his. She was trembling so hard now, her nether regions drenched by the mere sight of him. Of that dangerous-looking thing between his legs. She wanted it. And she was not scaring herself out of it this time. She was ready to try.
"P-please...touch me... Nyktos..."
It was all that he needed to hear. The sound of her begging for him like that. The sound of his name, his real name rolling off of her tongue like that. So sensually. So sinfully erotic. It was what sent him right over the edge. With no point of return. He was going to have her, everything else be damned. She was going to be his. Tonight and forever. He was going to make love to his mate, regardless of the consequences.