Chapter 89 Keep speaking
Lila POV
I smiled and stared at the pebbled path. The pinks and yellows of dusk, the sweet scent of flowers, and the chirping birds as they made their way back to their nests made this moment feel almost romantic.
“Oh, look.” I stepped off the path and into the soil. I didn’t care that I was probably ruining the five hundred dollar set of heels I was wearing. I stared up at the vine and placed my fingers beneath the purple and white petals. “It’s a passion flower. Isn’t it beautiful?”
He leaned over my shoulder. “It sure is a very unique looking flower.”
“Very. The passion flower belongs to the Passifloraceae family. It consists of ten sepals
and petals. It’s the unique shape that makes it my favorite flower.”
He placed his hands gently on my hips. “Why so?”
I glanced up at him over my shoulder. “For me, different is good. Unique is beautiful. A common beauty loses its appeal when adored by too many.”
His fingertips travelled down over the curve of my hips, earning a shiver from my body. “A certain beauty can never lose its appeal.” Soft lips touched the skin of my neck, and I closed my eyes.
“May I ask which certain beauty you are referring to?”
The tip of his tongue moved all the way up the side of my neck until he reached my ear. “The beauty of watching you, witnessing you come undone under my touch. There is nothing as beautiful as you when you embrace and unleash your most carnal desires.” Slowly he started to pull up my dress. “Tell me more.”
“About what?”
“The flower. Tell me more about the flower.”
His fingertips brushed my skin as he pulled the skirt of my dress all the way up, the cold spring air wafting across my naked ass.
From where we were standing, we could see the crowd on the deck through the passion flower vine. I was looking directly at them, but they couldn’t see us through the thick green leaves I hoped.
“The passion flower is a part of five hundred species of flowering plants.”
His finger traced all along the slit of my ass. “Go on.”
“Most species are found in South America, eastern and southern Asia, and New Guinea.”
The sound of his zipper made me suck in a breath, my body already primed and ready to be taken by him.
Soft fingertips traced circles all around my flesh, and then I felt his cock gently prodding at the apex of my thighs. “Continue talking while you open for me, little pet.”
I pushed my ass out a little, giving him access, and I whimpered when I felt his cock slowly pushing between my legs.
“The passion flower has a unique structure oh God,” I moaned when he nudged against my entrance. “Don’t stop talking, little pet.”
With one hand, I grabbed ahold of the vine, every muscle inside my body clenched tight with anticipation. “The passion flower has a unique structure ” he eased his cock inside me “ which requires a large bee to effectively pollinate.”
“Go on.”
I pushed my hips out just as he gave a hard thrust forward. I dropped my glass of champagne and grabbed the passion flower with my other hand, crumpling the petals in my palm. “Passion flowers have great calming effects and are used in medicine to treat insomnia.”
He started to move faster as he eased in and out of me. I continued to keep my gaze on the crowd, which was completely oblivious to what he and I were doing in the garden. “Keep on talking.” He pulled me harder against him, pushing deeper inside me. “Jesus,” I moaned.
“I said keep talking.” His palm met the skin of my thigh with a loud crack, and I sucked in a breath. “Spanish explorers learned about passion flowers from native Peruvians.” Harder, deeper, faster. I gripped the flowers and leaves tighter in my palms. “They named these plants for their resemblance to a crucifix.” My voice was nothing more than whimpers and rapid breaths.
“The Passion is a term used to describe the final period of Jesus Christ’s life, including his crucifixion.”
He started to pound into me. His flesh slapping against mine, and the sound of his cock entering my weeping body over and over and over again, created a filthy melody to fill the air around us.
“Nico,” I whispered his name and felt him pour every ounce of his pleasure inside me. I pushed my ass out even more since I was right there at the edge, ready to get pushed over but he stilled behind me, easing his grip on my hips.
“I’m not going to let you come.” He swiped my hair to the side and placed a kiss just below my neck. “I want you to walk around tonight, needy and wanting.” He moved his other hand around my waist, and his hand dipped between my legs. “I want you to ache right here.” He pushed his finger against my clit before dragging it toward my entrance. “And I want you to spend every moment thinking of how fucking good it’s going to feel the next time I’m inside you.”
“Nico.” I wanted to beg, but he brought his finger up to my lips.
“Shh. Don’t talk, just obey.”
He spun me around, my body still buzzing with need and lust which I knew would not dissipate, not before he gave me what I needed and after the simple act of submission he had shown me earlier, I needed him more than ever not just my body, but my mind, my soul, my heart. Deep down, I’d known that I had fallen for this man when I was still his prisoner, but I just wasn’t ready to admit it to him or myself but the words were starting to burn my throat, trickling on my tongue, begging to be said. It was only a matter of time before those words would slip out and become reality.
With intense, dark, mysterious eyes, he stared at me while removing the blue tie from his shirt collar. “Even though I would love nothing more than to see your thighs dripping wet with my cum while you mingle with our guests tonight, I don’t think everyone would appreciate the sight as much as I would.”
He placed his tie between my legs and rubbed the silk against my wet folds. It took every ounce of my self-control for me not to rock my hips. My body was that goddamn desperate for release.
Nico cleaned my inner thighs then tucked the dirty tie in his jacket pocket. He took my hand in his and opened my palm, revealing the purple crumpled petals of what once was a beautiful passion flower.
“It’s so easy to destroy a delicate beauty, to watch it wither and wilt.” He took my chin between his fingers, lifting my face toward him. I shivered as he placed a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth. “I pray I don’t destroy you, little pet.”