Chapter 5. Katrina.

Katrina.

I found myself in an hotel room.

Correction, Nicholas and I found ourselves in an hotel room. And I had barely taken any steps in when he smashed his lips on mine, catching me by surprise and stealing my breath away. Only for a second though. I immediately closed my eyes, wrapping my hands around his neck as I pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. Nicholas groaned, the guttural sound causing liquid heat to flow through my veins.

I pulled away quickly, breathing heavily as I stared into his emerald eyes that had taken a yellowish tint in the dark room. He was no ordinary human, there was no doubt about it. But I was in no mood to ask who the hell he was. I just wanted to feel and forget. Pressing my body against his, I slammed my lips on his and let him kiss me again, his tongue delving deeper into my mouth and his strong hands caressing my back. His coat tumbled to the floor, leaving only the thin dress I had on.

Soft gasps escaped my lips as his grip on my waist tightened and before I knew it, he'd backed me up against the wall, pressing his body against mine, his scent and heat filling my body and making me lightheaded. He growled, breaking the kiss so he could nuzzle my neck, his tongue licking the soft skin there, inhaling my scent in huge sniffs.

"Ah... Nicholas." I forced out, pressing his head closer to my body, my heart beating wildly in my chest. His response was another growl, one hand sliding up my thigh and getting into my dress. I shivered, squeezing my eyes shut and the onslaught of sensations.

A breathy moan escaped my lips as he licked my neck, his warm tongue sending shivers of ecstasy through my body. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer like he wanted to embed me into his skin. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back, nearly shaking out of my skin to be this close to him.

"Your musk," He growled, a deep rumbled I felt being so plastered against him. "Fuck, you smell amazing." My cheeks heated up at his words. I was already so wet it felt embarrassing. I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on before. Nicholas hand had gotten to my panties and with just a simple yank, the flimsy fabric tore, sliding off my waist. I gasped, my eyes wide as I stared at Nicholas in shock. Pulling my dress up higher, I felt his fingers slide between my thighs, reaching higher and higher till they made contact with most intimate spot, producing a squelch. I gasped, my insides melting as my heart pounded in my chest.

"Drenched for me. I like it." He growled, before swallowing my moans with one of his voracious kisses. A shiver ran through me as I dug my fingers into his shoulders, arching my back off the wall, my lower body grinding against his fingers instinctively. Burning with lust, Nicholas lips brushed against my ears, neck and collarbone while his slender fingers gently stroked my sensitive flesh. Sparks explored in my eyes, sporadic moans making it's way past my throat. If he kept at this, I was going to orgasm soon.

Unfortunately, Nicholas didn't give me the pleasure of me getting undone with his fingers. Pulling away before the waves hit, I cried, my voice filled with unrestrained longing. "Why did you stop?" I asked, my voice surprisingly filled with anger.

"We've got all night, love. Why are you in a rush." He asked, his voice baring no trace of the hunger and need in his eyes. His gaze still locked on mine, he brought the fingers that were coated with his essence to his nose, taking a deep inhale, a primal growl escaping his lips afterwards. My eyes widened at the action, but my core clenched, liquid heat spilling from me.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips and with what seemed like a slow motion action act, I watched as he slid down, grabbing my legs and throwing it placing it on his shoulders. "W-what are you doing?" I stuttered out, even when I knew exactly where this was going.

"You smelled so divine I couldn't resist. I want to taste you. Let me have you." He growled, his command sounding like a plea. "Don't say that you don't want it."

Shock was an understatement of how I felt when I heard those words. I opened my mouth to try to refuse, unwilling to let myself be this vulnerable with a man I just met. But the look in his eyes made that thought immediately evaporate. I felt my heart pounding under his intense gaze. It wasn't like I didn't want it, it's just had been a while since I've gotten this kind of pleasure before. Lucas had stopped caring about my needs a long time ago, his sole focus being to get me pregnant. Remembering that fucker almost pulled me out of the moment but I pursed my lips and let out a deep breath. This night is about me and this specimen of a man. Nothing else.

I slid my fingers into the beautiful mane on his head, resting my weight on the wall and on his shoulders. "Yes, please." I responded, my voice filled with hesitancy. His brightly glowing eyes narrowed into slits as he positioned me, my pussy just inches away from his face. His hands firmly gripped my ass, supporting me against the wall.

He stole a glance at my scared face before burying his face between my legs, his tongue tracing a path from my perineum, grazing my opening and pressing firmly against my swollen clit.

My back arched off the wall, my breath catching as waves of pleasure washed over me. He gave me a few more of those licks, drawing my sensitive nub into his mouth and applying just the right amount of pressure with each gentle tug.

Shame and excitement. Trepidation and excitement. Those emotions swept through me as I buried my fingers into his hair, pulling at it as I moaned out my pleasure, my entire body trembling. In that moment, it felt like nothing else existed except the two of us. Nicholas devoured her like a man starved for a delectable nectar. Never have I known such passion, not even with Lucas. I tried so hard to keep my responses quiet, stifling my moans and remembering to breath.

But Nicholas didn't want that. When he saw I was restraining myself, he doubled down on his efforts, alternating between slowing down and speeding up till I was mindless with need, soft cries escaping my lips. He definitely enjoyed having me this way in his arms, his grunts and groans a clear indication of how much liked this.

Gradually, he withdrew one hand from my ass, using his fingers to spread my lips open and expertly flick his tongue against my aroused flesh.

"Yes," I cried out, my breathing quickening. The sensations he elicited from my body were so exquisite that I lost myself in them. His mouth worked magic, and I craved more of it. Each flick of his tongue sent pleasure shivering down my spine.

When he delved his tongue inside me, a long, throaty whine escaped my lips, overwhelmed by the euphoria. I felt on the brink of climax, ready to shatter into pleasure at his masterful touch.

Nicholas skillfully fucked me with his tongue, sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure. My body grew taut, like a string waiting to snap. My moaning had become whimpering, my heart beating uncontrollably.

I closed my eyes, my head falling back against the wall as the intense sensations overwhelmed me. His tongue moved in and out of me with a rhythmic speed, his fingers kneading my ass.

I gripped his head, my hips moving, chasing the orgasm that teased just out of reach. Slowly, it built, the waves powerful, promising to engulf my entire being. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Nicholas look up at me, his gaze feeling like a caress.

"I'm going to cum." I whispered, my voice barely audible. He growled in response, his strokes becoming relentless. I shook my head, grinding my hips helplessly as I felt myself approach the edge.

"Cum for me." He growled, the command being the thin that caused me to snap.

Suddenly, I stiffened above him, frozen for a few seconds. Then, my body erupted, and I broke into sobs. With every jerk of my hips above his face, I cried out in pitiful sobs that sounded like I was in pain. Except, I wasn't. It was pleasure, pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. I've never felt anything like it. If it wasn't for Nicholas strong grip on my waist, I'm sure I would have fallen to the ground with the way I was shaking. My hips quivered with a life of their own, and my body squeezed as if seeking something more.

Tremors continued to rack my body, my thighs quivering, and my hips helplessly twitching. She clutched Nicholas tightly, my fingers like anchors in the storm of pleasure. When I finally opened my eyes, regaining back my senses, Nicholas had stood up, carrying me now. A pair of emerald eyes flickered between strands of disheveled hair, unsated.

"Look who's returned." He murmured, his voice strained with desire. "Welcome back."

My lips curled in a languid smile, a single tear rolling down my cheek. Nicholas leaned to lick it up. I wrapped my hands around his neck, burying my face in his shoulders. He led me to the bed, dropping me on it with surprising gentleness.

"You've had your fun. Now it's my turn."