Keeping his bride

Nicholas

I’M IN THE kitchen with my father when I ask him, “Where’s Mom and Selina?” It’s been a few days since the hospital visit, and the two of them have been MIA together a lot. I miss the hell out of Selina, but I know what she’s doing is probably important and related to the women we rescued.

My dad shrugs. “Library I think,” he tells me.

Carrying a tray of food and drinks for them, I walk into the library on the first floor of the compound. I’m surprised to see my mother and Selina hunched over a desk, poring over paperwork. My mom is on the phone, speaking with someone in hushed tones, so I motion with my head for Selina to come over to me when she looks up and sees me walking in.

“What’s going on?” I ask as I set down the tray on a nearby table.

“I’m working with your mom on trying to reunite the girls in the hospital with their families.”

“Oh, that’s great, Lina,” I tell her. She really took my advice to heart and is doing what she feels is right. “I told you that you’d be perfect for the job.”

She smiles shyly and says, “You were right. I think this kind of work really suits me.”

“So, the women are still in the hospital?” I ask.

She nods. “Your parents are paying for the medical bills. They’re amazing like that.”

I’m practically beaming with pride. My parents are incredible. Not many people would help others financially, especially people they’ve never met. But my parents don’t bat an eye when they save these women from dire situations and then help them beyond what any ordinary person would do.

“Lauren is going to be moving back in with her grandmother as soon as she gets released by her doctor,” Lina informs me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on her face.

“You did it,” I tell her. She reunited the two of them, and now Lauren doesn’t have to worry about her grandmother not wanting to be part of her life. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Lina,” I tell her sincerely.

“Thank you,” she says, blushing furiously at my praise.

“I’ll let you girls get back to work but make sure you get something to eat. Okay?” I ask, motioning to the tray.

“Okay,” she says before grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. She closes her eyes and hums in approval. “I was starving,” she says, her tongue snaking out to lick mayonnaise from her lip.

And, fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

My cock instantly grows hard behind my zipper. Clearing my throat, I tell her, “Well, I better go.”

“Maybe we can do a movie night again later?” she asks, surprising the hell out of me since the last time didn’t exactly go so well.

“Uh, sure. That would be great,” I tell her with a smile.

“Okay, great. Well, I better get back to work,” she tells me.

“All right. See you later,” I promise.

Fuck, I can’t wait for movie night with Lina.

Selina

“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack,” I tell Nico. We just finished watching Titanic, and it was amazing. I know it’s considered to be an old movie to a lot of people, but I was seeing it with fresh eyes. And even though Nico admitted to having already watched it a few times before because his sister used to be obsessed with Leonardo DiCaprio, he still humored me by sitting through the almost three-and-a-half-hour-long movie with me without complaining even once.

His lips tilt up from my butchered movie quote as he flips to a fresh piece of paper in his wire-bound pad and props it up on a vintage drawing table in the corner of his bedroom. His thick fingers pick up a piece of charcoal, and his piercing gray eyes meet mine, unnerving me. “Just relax,” he whispers.

I swallow hard and try to do just that on the leather armchair opposite of him. When I first proposed that he draw me like Jack did with Rose on Titanic, I thought it would be fun. But with the electricity circulating through the room that has my hair standing on edge and thick tension in the room that you could cut with a knife, now I’m not so sure this was a good idea.

This feels so much more…intimate. He’s staring at me like he’s truly seeing me, and I feel vulnerable. Even though I’m fully clothed, I feel completely naked under his intense gaze.

Sweat beads on my forehead, and I find myself squirming uncomfortably.

A dark chuckle sounds from behind the drawing table. “You don’t have to stay completely still, Lina. You can move…and breath,” Nico reassures me with a gentle smile.

“I know,” I say with a roll of my eyes. And just like that, it feels like most of the tension has fled the room just by him joking around. I try to force myself to relax. I’m thinking way too much into this moment. Nico is simply drawing me. No big deal, right?

My eyes focus on the movement of his long, thick fingers as they delicately blend shadows against the paper. My thighs clench together, and I realize I’m getting turned on by this.

“Have you done this before?” I ask him, curious. And I’m surprised by the bite of nervousness gnawing at my stomach in anticipation of his answer.

“No. I usually just draw and paint from memory,” he admits.

For some reason, that makes me feel better…and less jealous. Oh god, why would I even be jealous about that? I think to myself. Maybe it’s because a selfish part of me wants something intimate and special between just Nico and I and no one else.

My breathing becomes shallow as I watch him watching me with an intense, direct stare that has my heart beating in a strange pattern. God, if we’re not done soon, I’m going to develop some sort of heart murmur.

A few minutes later, Nico, thankfully, tells me, “Finished.”

I hop up and practically run over to him, anxious to see what he just drew. I stare at the charcoal drawing, my eyes narrowing at the beautiful girl. I can barely see me on the canvas unless I really focus hard on all the little details, like my freckles. “This is how you see me?” I ask.

“What do you mean? That is you, Lina.”

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, chewing on it with my teeth nervously. He can’t be serious. The girl he just drew is beautiful, almost ethereal, and…happy. I’m none of those things. Or am I? Am I happy?

When I stare down at Nico’s gray eyes, reflecting myself back in them, I think maybe I am happy with him…or at least I could be if I let myself give in to what I’m feeling. Nico definitely doesn’t make me feel unwanted or miserable. How fucked up is it that I can’t even tell when I’m actually truly happy?

Nico must notice a change in my mood because he says, “You don’t like the drawing?”

“No. I love it. I just…I don’t see myself like you see me I guess,” I mutter, feeling stupid that I can’t even look at a drawing of myself without feeling a million horrible things.

“Lina,” he starts. Then, he grabs my hand, gripping my index finger tightly in his grip. Together, we trace over my eyebrows, my eyes, the charcoal coating my fingertip. He takes me through the process, tracing over every one of his lines. “You’re beautiful, Lina,” he murmurs. “This is how I see you. And this is how the entire world sees you.”

Turning to him, I straddle his lap, my legs falling to either side of his thighs. Swallowing hard, I muster up enough courage to speak. “I don’t care how the entire world sees me. I only care about you,” I confess.

He stares at me for a second, his eyes locked on mine. His charcoal-covered fingers grasp onto my face, and then he pulls me towards him. “Tell me I can kiss you, Lina. Please,” he pleads with me.

He’s asking for permission instead of just taking what he wants, and my heart soars with his words. He knows exactly what I need. And right now all I need is him. “Kiss me, Nico,” I beg.

Our lips meet in a smoldering kiss. His thumb gently strokes over the small heart-shaped birthmark on my neck, and memories of our first kiss when we were teenagers come flooding back, hitting me with an unspeakable force.

A tiny spark kindles somewhere deep within me, making my pulse drift between my thighs. I’m panting wildly when we break the kiss and I look into his steel gray eyes. “It feels just like I remember,” I whisper. Closing my eyes, I ask him, “Nico, can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” he answers with a relaxed sigh.

Then, I open my eyes and meet his intense gaze. “You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed. I refused to kiss anyone else. I wanted that to be a piece of me that no one else could ever have. I wanted you to own that part of me.”

My tongue slowly edges over my bottom lip, and Nico watches the movement with rapt attention. I get a hint of the fire stoking in his eyes as my only warning before his hand grips the back of my head and he pulls my mouth to his once again. This time the kiss isn’t so sweet and innocent. No, it’s heated, all-consuming, soul-searing and threatening to ruin me for all other men on this earth. No one else will ever kiss me like this. And I don’t want anyone else to ever try. I only want Nico.

His large hands cup my ass, grinding me down on his erection through his clothes. I gasp at the sensation, and he takes advantage, his tongue delving into my mouth hungrily. His tongue ravages mine as he devours me, swallowing the little moans that keep bubbling up from my throat.

His right hand slides from my backside to the apex of my thighs, his fingertips tracing the seam of my lips through my shorts and panties. “I want to taste you, Lina,” he grinds out. “Can I taste you?” he asks, staring at me so desperately that I’m almost rendered speechless.

“Yes,” I whisper before I can stop myself.

Gripping my thighs, he stands with me in his arms. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his bed. My back hits the soft pile of sheets and comforters as he gently lays me down and stands at the edge, looking at me like I’m something delicious he wants to feast upon.

Oh god.

A shudder runs through me as he slowly pulls my shorts and panties off my hips and down my legs in one sweep. And then he gets on his knees, his head lining up perfectly with the apex of my thighs.

His charcoal-covered hands grip my thighs and bring me closer to his mouth, leaving dark finger-shaped marks behind on my skin. His tongue darts out and licks over his lips as his hungry eyes meet mine. “Is this okay?” he asks.

Again, he’s making sure I’m all right, that he has my consent, and I can’t even describe the feelings blooming inside of my chest at that moment. No one ever cared enough to ask for my permission before. And it’s almost like I can’t even breathe right now because I’m overwhelmed with the myriad of emotions flowing through my veins. All I can do is nod emphatically.

A slow, lazy grin spreads across his face as he gently spreads my legs wider to accommodate him. He hikes one of my legs up over his shoulder and buries his mouth against my tender flesh, licking me from entrance to clit, sending stars shooting behind my eyes as I moan.

His tongue flattens against my swollen, little nub, licking and tasting me until I’m crying out nonsensical words. I’ve never had anyone give me this type of pleasure before. It’s never been about me in the past. It’s always been about what pleasure my body could give someone else.

My hands reach out, grabbing onto the bedding and balling it into my clenched fists. My thighs quiver as I squirm and throb against his tongue. “Please!” I beg, my voice hoarse and full of lust.

“Mmm, fuck, Lina,” his deep voice growls, reverberating against my flesh. “I love to hear you beg for me,” he says before he flicks his tongue against my aching clit, setting my blood on fire, the warm glow of orgasm starting to spread within every nerve of my body.

As I’m getting closer to the edge, a bubble of panic begins to rise in my chest. My breathing picks up its pace until I’m struggling to get enough air in my lungs and it feels like I’m starting to drown.

“Hey,” Nico says calmly. “Look at me. Focus on me, Lina. It’s just you and me here. No one else.”

“No one else,” I say with a shudder. I stare into his eyes as he dips his head down to feast upon me again, the sight so erotic that the spark inside of me ignites into a full-blown inferno. I feel like I’m too close to the sun, burning up before I ever reach the surface.

“You taste so good, baby,” he whispers between my thighs.

“Oh god,” I murmur. I’m so close to the edge, I can practically feel myself beginning to fall. I shake my head, not knowing if I can do it, the bad thoughts beginning to creep in. “I…I don’t know if I can,” I mutter in frustration.

“Just let go, Lina. I’ll be here to catch you. I promise,” he says before flicking his tongue against my clit and licking me into obscurity.

My mouth opens on a silent scream as the unimaginable bliss hits me all at once. My hips shamelessly buck against his face as I reach the precipice and tumble right over the edge. The orgasm is so strong that I have to cling onto the blankets for dear life as I ride out wave after wave of violent, intense pleasure.

My cries fill the room as my entire body shudders. Nico keeps licking me, not relenting, drawing out every single ounce of pleasure from me that he can get.

Eventually, I begin to come down from the extreme high, my body going limp as I gasp for air and secretly wonder if a person can die from too much pleasure.

“That’s my girl,” Nico murmurs against my thigh before placing a kiss on my skin.

I expect him to fuck me then. I know he’s probably hard and aching. But Nico surprises me when he climbs into bed beside me and draws the covers up over both of us.

He pulls me into his arms and holds me. Neither one of us speaks, and soon sleep comes over me, and I fall asleep in record time, feeling sated and safe in his arms.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.