Nicco: Devil's Spawn Book 1

Ch. 35: So This Is Love

ARIA

Utterly riveted, I whisper, "Is that a promise?"

The fight in me dies down. I wish I could read Nicco's mind. I have no idea what sparked Nicco's sudden one-eighty in attitude, but his change of heart offers a welcome respite from all of the tension building between us.

"SÌ," Nicco replies in husky tones. He reaches inside the gift box. I suck in a quick, shallow breath as he removes the contents one by one. I'm mesmerized by his movements. He takes everything out slowly. Ever so slowly. My heart thunders away.

Nicco sets the strap-on cock right beside me.

Followed by a bottle of lube.

Then, he turns his eyes back on me.

Nicco holds my gaze while my pussy clenches with eagerness. I'm nervous, though, for my virgin ass. I've had a lot of sex since I started slutting it up in freshman year of college. I'm not squeamish about getting down and dirty by any means. But never have I been fucked back there, and no one has ever taken both of my holes at the same time.

Blast it.

Am I getting in over my head?

A flush creeps up my neck. "I haven't done anything like this with anyone before."

Nicco's hand finds the small of my back. His palm slides down my curves to cup my cheek, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Neither have I."

"Really?"

He coughs. "I have tried... other things. But not this."

"So," I remark in a dry manner, "I'll be your first?"

Nicco smiles and nods. "Hard to believe, no? A fuckboy like me."

I chuckle under my breath. "I feel honored."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little."

"I will take care of you," he assures me, "and we can stop at any time if it gets to be too... overwhelming."

This eases my trepidation. "Okay..."

Nicco is usually a bit of a dominant ass in bed. But, right now, there's a gentleness in his tone. It feels more like we're about to make love rather than fuck.

With care, he nudges me onto the sleeping bag once more and positions himself between my legs. He's kneeling over me. I'm lying flat on my back. His palms glide up my naked thighs. Both thumbs hook onto the sides of my underwear. He tugs downward and tosses the scrap of cotton aside.

String lights twinkle above me. The mood is completely opposite to how I felt moments ago. My lust-fueled aggression has all but dissipated. As I stare up at him, completely naked and vulnerable, a ridiculous wave of shyness washes over me. It's almost like we're about to have sex for the first time. Like we're both virgins again or something. Nicco and I are about to fuck each other in a way that's completely new for both of us. It excites me to know that we'll be exploring this depraved, uncharted territory together.

Nicco's hungry gaze rakes over me as though he can't decide what to touch first. I slide my hands up his broad, solid chest and pull him toward me. Despite the threats surrounding us, his closeness soothes me. I'm less afraid whenever Nicco is close by. I breathe him in, reveling in the familiar scent of him, in the weight of his larger body guarding mine. This calm I feel in his presence is rivaled only by the fire he awakens in me. He stares down at me, and the intense emotion in his eyes sears my soul. It reflects everything I feel for him as well.

This fierce connection of ours makes no fucking sense. We couldn't be any more different. He was born into prestige and wealth. In comparison, I come from nothing but a broken family. He's a free spirit. I'm caged by my past. Nicco and I have barely known each other for two months. Yet, if I believed in fairytales, I think Nicco would very well be my prince in shining Armani. If I believed in love, Nicco would be The One I've been waiting for this whole time.