Queen of Hearts (Wonderland 2) - Page 40

Chapter Sixteen

Lyriope

“Ican’t believe we just did that,” I say as we return to our villa. I look down at my wrapped arm. “But they’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“Just like you,” he says as he approaches and then lifts me off the ground.

I shriek as he tosses me onto the bed and then laughs as he leaps to join me. By the time I stop bouncing, his fingers have begun to trail their way down my body, tracing over my curves as if they are the most desirable things on the entire planet. My mind becomes consumed with desire. I’m dizzy with lust, and I can sense my brain switching off. I crave feeling the sensations he’s so very capable of causing rush through my body.

As the bolts of lust race right down to my throbbing pussy, I grab on to him in sex-crazed desperation, running my hands over those amazing abs of his. Ink covers every inch, and I still have the urge to attempt to lick it all off as if it’s candy. I never realized quite how touching the ripped perfection of a sculpted body can turn me on. It makes me wild and animalistic. It draws another side out of me. One I didn’t even realize existed until Nick came into my life.

All of a sudden, the silky material of my dress brushes my hypersensitive skin, causing a small moan to pass my lips as he bares my torso. Everything Nick does to me sends me to new levels. It’s almost like he can do no wrong, and the appreciative look he gives me when my bra falls away from my body has my heart thundering in my chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he tugs and teases my nipples between his fingers. “I would pay off a million men for you over and over again if this is my reward.”

“I want those days to be over,” I counter. “I just want this. You. Me. No one else to mess us up.”

His lips curl in a slow grin that ratchets my lust up to an entirely new level.

“It’s just us,” he says, pressing his thick erection, still constrained by his pants, against my leg, making me even more aroused by the reminder of how full his cock makes me feel.

I never knew it was possible to experience such an intense passion with someone. I never realized I could feel this way. It makes me feel like everyone I have ever liked before had been nothing more than a silly phase, a passing crush. No matter their experience, their prominent social status, their age, their income, every one of them had been boys, not men. Not a single one could measure up to Nick Hudson. Nick really is the only person to truly make me feel alive. To feel powerful. To feel strong. To feel needed. He makes me realize my worth. I don’t have to fake it anymore when I’m around him. He’s handed me the keys to true confidence.

Also a woman with needs and sinful desires.

He makes me feel no shame in being that woman.

“Tell me what you want,” he growls.

“You,” I whisper. “I want you to…” The memories of him pulling my hair, spanking my ass, and spreading my pussy so wide I could feel him the next day flood in. I want the bite of pain again. I want his burning touch.

“Tell me,” he commands deeply.

But can I? What if he’ll think I’m—

“No,” Nick says, taking my face in his hands. “Don’t allow self-consciousness in this room with us. There is only the two of us and nothing, absolutely nothing you want is wrong. So tell me, Lyriope. What do you want?”

“I want you to hurt me again. Punish me because I—”

Who’s this person I have become? I can’t believe these words are coming from my mouth. Will he think less of me for saying what I want? Will he question my sanity when he dips his hand inside my panties and feels how wet the mere thought of Nick being rough with my body makes me?

“Have you been a bad, bad girl? Do you need me to spank your ass and make your pussy sting again?” Nick whispers into my ear, which has my sex gushing even more.

This man gets me… understands the woman I am deep inside.

I nod coyly.

He wraps his arms tightly around me and lifts me from the bed, causing me to cry out in excitement. He picks me up and carries me as he has before, easily as if I literally weigh nothing. Crossing the room, he sets me on the dresser, pressing my hot back against the ice-cold mirror.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp loudly, actually enjoying the shocking combination of sensations.

Nick pulls me closer to his chest until he’s positioned between my legs. He kisses me harder and more passionately than I have breath in my body to handle. Gasping, I dig my nails into his strong, muscular shoulders as his hands move tantalizingly closer to where I’m aching desperately, pulsating, frantic for him. My wet, hot desire throbs in my soaked panties, and I’m not sure how much longer I can cope with him just standing there.

I need him now.

I want him to slam into me. To take me. I want it all. Hard, soft, hard, soft, but I have no doubt hard would overrule in the end.

Nick places his palms on my thighs, which send butterfly wings flapping all over my body, causing my stomach to twist up in knots of passion. The feelings I have for this man are like nothing else. I love every damn second of experiencing them. But he is too near me now. Too close to not be doing more and it causes my breath to come out ragged, almost painfully so.

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