Daring to Fall |18+|

03 | wet

NOVA

I wanted it, I knew that. But what if Ramiro just decides to kill me?

What if turning back was no longer an option?

What if I told myself to stop thinking and enjoy the moment?

He held my hand, pulling me through the front door of his home and I let him.

I was alone with him. I was at his disposal. I was literally his to use and it was a situation I never thought I'd find myself in. I willed away all my doubts, unable to wait for him anymore.

Ramiro closed the door behind him, locking it. Fuck.

What did he do for a living? His place was nice. A little too nice. His loft was on a high building, overlooking the city and I wondered if those cars he parked next to were his own. Did it matter? No, it was better not knowing.

"Ramiro," I murmured, watching as he approached me.

Shit, he looked good. In his white shirt, the muscles on his arms flexed underneath the material. I wanted to feel him and see him and I almost reached out to him. I didn't.

"Nova," he whispered, his dark eyes fixated on mine.

Did he know how good he made my name sound? Was he aware of the effect he had on me? He lifted a tattooed hand and hooked two fingers underneath the strap of my dress, smiling when my breath shuddered.

Why am I so fucking easy?

"Nervous?" he asked, his voice low.

Yes.

I didn't say anything. He must have known that I was. I watched as he leaned lower, maintaining an eye contact that had my body pulsing with heat.

Ramiro was intimidating in an amazing and terrifying way and I couldn't get enough of it. Am I insane? His body was strong—obviously athletic. He worked hard and it showed. He could probably snap me in two if he wanted.

"You shouldn't be," he breathed out, laying a soft kiss on the side of my neck. "You're in control."

"Yeah?" I whispered out, barely capable of focusing on his words when his soft lips touched my jaw.

"Of course," he whispered. "You want me to fuck you? Say the word. You want me to drive you home? Say the word."

Shit. The latter option seemed like the worst one. I didn't want that. I closed my arms around his neck, feeling his smirk on my skin when he realised which one I chose.

I'm already so wet.

He could probably feel my pulse.

Ramiro pulled back and I nearly whined out a protest. Don't stop touching me. He towered over me, dauntingly so and I craned my neck to look up at him. Still feeling the ghostly sensation of his lips on my skin, I wanted more. I probably needed more.

"Can you kiss me, Nova?" he said gently, his fingertips tracing over the length of my arm. 

I didn't hesitate. Pushing all self-restraint to the side, I pulled him lower and kissed him hard. My lips touched his and he gasped into my mouth, showing that he wasn't expecting the force behind it. I was tired of fucking around and I'm sure he was too.

He held back, I could tell. He didn't want to scare me off but I was far past that point.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, his dick pressing into my stomach. He's hard.