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he buried his face in her, relishing her sweetness on his tongue. He closed his mouth tight around her clit and sucked until her body bucked under his mouth.
    “Oh god, Nico…”
    He ran the flat point of his tongue against the engorged nub, fighting the urge to put his fingers inside her, to feel her tighten around them. Driving into her was a kind of occupation. And nothing was going to occupy her but his cock. Not this time.
    He moved off her clit, ran his tongue through the crease of her pussy before fucking her with it. His cock didn’t need to be inside her to know she was close to coming. He could feel it in the tightening of her thighs, the way her hips moved with the rhythm of his mouth.
    He hooked her knees over his shoulders, opening her wider for him. Then he doubled down on her clit, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking as she lifted her hips to meet his mouth. When he sensed her balancing at the precipice, he lapped harder and faster, waiting for the moment when she toppled over, her cries an echo of the waves crashing onto the rock below the bedroom. He kept stroking the tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue as her body shook, the orgasm going on and on as she shuddered against his mouth.
    Finally, she lifted her head, looked at him through desire-clouded eyes. “Fuck me now, Nico. I need you inside me.”
    He growled, moving closer to her so he could position the thick crown of his head against her opening, slick with her come. He took hold of her hips and pulled her to him as he drove into her in one swift movement. Then he put one of her legs on his shoulder, using the position to angle deeper, wanting to own every bit of her, to remind them both that she was his.
    “Fuck, Angel,” He looked down at her face, the face he’d dreamt of every night since the last time he’d seen her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
    Her eyes fluttered open, and he was pulled into their depths, drowning in them as her sex clenched around him. He dragged the length of his shaft in and out of her, the sensation too good to rush. Too good not to. He was already climbing the peak, brought to the edge by the feel of her coming under his tongue, her tight body under his. And she was right there with him, her pussy already gripping him, hips rising off the bed to meet him, hands clenching his ass as she tried to pull him in deeper even as there was nowhere else to go. He already filled every inch of her, felt the tip of his cock hitting the top of her channel, her clit rubbing against him with every thrust.
    “Nico…”
    “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Come for me.”
    The words seemed to set her off. She moved faster, her breath catching in her throat, a soft blush spreading over her body as she climbed with him.
    She opened her eyes. “I’m going to come, Nico.”
    “You are going to come,” he said looking into her eyes. “And I’m going to come with you.”
    She cried out, digging her nails into his hips and arching her back as she shuddered against him. He let go then, pouring himself into her, making her his all over again.
    They lay in bed afterward, her head on his chest. He stroked her hair, listening to her breath turn regular as she drifted off to sleep. It was early afternoon, but she was obviously exhausted, and not just from last night. He’d been so worried about leaving her alone — even with Luca as her bodyguard — but he shouldn’t have been. She’d risen to the occasion like the warrior she was. Had stepped into her father’s position, cleaned house at Rossi Development and the Boston arm of the Syndicate. Had put aside her grief to do what had to be done.
    And there had been grief. He’d been nearby during some of her most vulnerable moments, had seen her break down, bite on her fist to keep from letting someone hear her sobs. That had almost killed him. Every muscle in his body had wanted to go to her, to wrap her in his arms, haul her to his bed where he could make sure no one