Page 72 of The Viper's Wife

“I hate you,” I gasp out.

He spins me around and pins me against the wall.

“No, you don’t.” He rips my underwear down, and I tilt my hips back so he can shove his hand between my legs and stroke at my clit. I don’t care anymore—I need to come more than I need pride. I’ve pushed my body to its limit, and if I had any defenses left, tonight has thoroughly shattered them. If I don’t come in the next few minutes, I’m going to explode like a supernova.

His palm glides against my ridiculous arousal for him.

He crushes me to the wall with his hard body, driving the air from my lungs. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he hisses against my ear, “and I stop.”

I push my hips into his groin. I don’t want to say anything—I don’t want to be forced to admit just how badly I want him.

“Tell me.”

“Just fuck me already.”

His hand drops from between my legs to fist himself, and he feeds his length into me.

I hate how good it feels.

I hate how good he makes me feel.

He pushes into me until I see stars. The stretch is all-encompassing, driving out all thoughts as he molds me to him, his piercing hitting that perfect spot deep inside.

“Tell me you hate this,” he says between gritted teeth as he plunges into me. He wraps his hand around my waist to stroke my clit.

“I hate you,” I gasp out. The pressure is building, and it’s getting harder to fight with each strum of his fingers.

“But you love this.” There’s satisfaction in his voice.

“I... I…” I squeeze my eyes shut.Fuckhim. “I’mcoming.”

Stars burst behind my eyelids as pleasure breaks through me, rolling through me in ever-expanding waves. Nico’s in me and over me and whispering in my ear as I gasp for air and choke back a sob.

“Shh.” His mouth is hot against my cheek. “I’m gonna fill you up now, pretty girl. You want that? You want a baby in your belly?”

Another crest of pleasure crashes through me. I nod—fervently.

I’m not thinking straight—it’s wordless, primal desire.

Desire for Nico, for his seed, for a shy baby boy with dark hair and golden eyes.

Nico shudders underneath me, and I feel his cock throbbing inside me, painting my inner walls with hot cum—with all the things I desire and won’t let myself have.

In the stillness that follows, all thought dissolves from my mind, and I’m floating peacefully.

Then his hold on me relaxes, and he drops his head against the back of mine. He doesn’t say anything, which I’m grateful for. I don’t trust myself to respond.

Nico takes my hand and moves it to between my legs.

“Keep it there, or you’ll make a mess,” he says gently.

I cup myself as he pulls out of me and carries me to the bed.

“Stay here.” Nico walks to his bathroom, and I hear running water.

He comes back with a wet washcloth and wipes down my fingers and in between my legs. I try not to look at him, because after all we did, it’s the gentle look on his face that threatens most to undo me.

When he’s done, he walks back to the bathroom, and I undress myself, tossing my clothes to the side of the bed until I’m naked. I don’t feel like fighting anymore—I think he fucked all the fire out of me tonight.