Chapter six

Six months ago. 

Nala

"So I guess she will be coming to the gala too?" Nala found herself saying out loud as Salvatore opened the limo door for her. 

"Are you jealous?" he asked casually catching her off guard. 

"Why did you agree to marry me if you didn't want me?" 

"You ask alot of questions."

"Humor me, why marry her sister." Luna said sitting back in the limo as Salvatore joined her. "You must have known I was her sister."

"She suggested I marry you. Okay?" 

"What? What sick games are you people into?" Nala asked shocked. Why wouk her sister want her boyfriend to marry her. 

"My father is sick Nala, he wants to see his grand kids before his time comes. And your father owed us a lot of money. There was only one solution."

"But you could have married her, Nova. Why bring me into it."

"Because she can't have children and yoo can."

"What?whaat do you mean she can't have kids?" 

"Nova was diagnosed with cervical cancer, she had her womb removed. I wanted to marry her still, but she wanted me to have what I always wanted a family kids. So she said no to my proposal."

"So it's true, as soon as I have your child, you will get rid of me and take my child?" 

"I will give you enough money to start over, you can go do anything you want. Your sister told me you were planning on going to college and doing nursing. You have your whole life ahead of you, and I will marry the love of my life and everyone is happy."

He said it like it was that easy. Like it was a business transaction. How was she supposed to live with the fact that she gave her child away. 

He wasn't wrong though, about the plans she had for her life. She didn't even know Nova knew she wanted to be a nurse. 

Completely lost for words, Nala sat back in silence clutching to her pulse. Holding back the tears that were threatening to fall at any minute. She couldn't cry, not right now. 

Atleast he was finally honest. She thought to herself. She was deep in thoughts when he put his hand on her thigh and sent electric waves into her entire body.

She looked at his hand on her thigh, grabbing her thigh like it was a piece of meat. She looked up at him, his gaze was on her. His eyes were not the normal aqua blue or the yellow from this morning. They were a different colour and full of desire. He had never looked at her like that before, then their eyes met and his hand went up to her waist the other hand as if on reflex went to the other side of her waist and she suddenly was straddling him. 

"What are you doing?" she almost whispered, unable to deny her desire for him, for his touch. 

"You know what I want Nala, I want you." he said in a deep sexy voice, and his lips were suddenly on her. 

His hands were sliding over her bare back and she moaned softly, feeling the prod of his erection against her hip. She was wearing a dress with a thigh slit which made it even more convenient for him to access her body. With her knees on either side of his hips, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him, she didn't want to think about the outside world in that moment, not about what he had said not about her sister Nala. He held her head deepening the kiss. Nala licked into his mouth, nibbled on his lower lip, stroked her tongue along his as if her last breath depended on it. 

Nala ran her hands down his chest through his dress shirt, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his muscles. Her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, "I want you too, Salvatore.”

He cupped her face, his lips pressing hard against hers. She reached for the fly of his slacks, freeing the two buttons to access the concealed zipper. He tensed.

“I need this,” shw whispered against his lips. “Give me this.” He stiffened for a minute, but he made no attempt to stop her either. When he fell heavily into her palms, he groaned, the sound both pained and erotic.

She squeezed him gently, her touch deliberately tender as she sized him with her hands. He was so hard, like stone, and hot. She slid both of her fists up his length from root to tip, her breath catching when he quivered beneath her.

Salvatore gripped her thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of her dress until his thumbs found the red lace of her thong. “Your cunt is so sweet,” he murmured into her mouth. “I want to spread you out and lick you until you beg for my cock.”

“I will beg now, if you want.” she stroked him with one hand and reached for her clutch with the other, snapping it open to grab a condom.

One of his thumbs slid beneath the edge of her panties, the pad sliding through the slickness of my desire. “I have barely touched you,” he whispered, his eyes glittering up at hers in the shadows of the backseat, “and you are ready for me.”

“I can’t help it.” she said almost embarrassed. 

“I don’t want you to help it.” He pushed his thumb inside her, biting hisnlower lip when she clenched helplessly around him. “It wouldn’t be fair when I can’t stop what you do to me.”

She ripped the foil packet open with her teeth and held it out to him with the ring of the condom protruding from the tear. “I’m not good with these.”

His hand curled around hers . “ What are you doing to me?.”

The seriousness of his low tone sent a burst of warmth and confidence through her. 

She heard a snap as he tore her panties away. The abrupt sound and the violent action behind it spurred her desire to a fever pitch.

“Go slow,” he ordered hoarsely, lifting his hips to push his pants down farther.

His erection brushed between her legs as he moved and she whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he had given her before had only deepened her craving rather than appeased it.

He tensed when she wrapped her fingers around him and positioned him, tucking the wide crest against the saturated folds of her cleft. The scent of their lust was heavy and humid in the air, a seductive mix of need and pheromones that awakened every cell in her body. Her skin was flushed and tingling, her breasts heavy and tender.

This is what she had wanted from the very moment she first saw him, to possess him, to climb up his magnificent body and take him deep inside her.

“God. Nala,” he gasped as she lowered onto him, his hands flexing restlessly on her thighs.

She closed her eyes, feeling too exposed. She had wanted intimacy with him and yet this seemed too intimate. They were eye to eye, only inches apart, cocooned in a small space with the rest of the world streaming by around them. She could sense his agitation, knew he was feeling as off-center as she was.

“You are so tight.” His gasped words were threaded with a hint of delicious agony.

She took more of him, letting him slide deeper. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling exquisitely stretched. “You are so big.”

Pressing his palm flat to her lower belly, he touched her throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb and began to massage it in slow, expertly soft circles. Everything in her core tightened and clenched, sucking him deeper.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He was so beautiful sprawled beneath her in his elegant tuxedo, his powerful body straining with the primal need to mate.

His neck arched, his head pressing hard into the seatback as if he was struggling against invisible bonds. “Ah, Christ,” he bit out, his teeth grinding. “I’m going to cum so hard.”

The dark promise excited her. Sweat misted her skin. She became so wet and hot that she slid smoothly down the length of his cock until she nearly sheathed him. A breathless cry escaped her before she had taken him to the root.

He was so deep she could hardly stand it, forcing her to shift from side to side, trying to ease the unexpected bite of discomfort. But her body didn’t seem to care that he was too big. It was rippling around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm.

Salvatore cursed and gripped her hip with his free hand, urging her to lean backward as his chest heaved with frantic breaths. The position altered her descent and she opened, accepting all of him. Immediately his body temperature rose, his torso radiating sultry heat through his clothes. Sweat dotted his upper lip.

Leaning forward, she slid her tongue along the sculpted curve, collecting the saltiness with a low murmur of delight. His hips churned impatiently. She lifted carefully, sliding up a few inches before he stopped her with that ferocious grasp on my hip.

“Slow,” he warned again, with an authoritative bite that sent lust pulsing through her.

She lowered, taking him into her again, feeling an oddly luscious soreness as he pushed just past my limits. Their eyes locked on each other as the pleasure spread from the place where they connected. It struck her then that they were both fully clothed except for the most private and intimate parts of their bodies. She found that excruciatingly carnal, as were the sounds he made, as if the pleasure was as extreme for him as it was for her.

Wild for him, she pressed her mouth to his, her fingers gripping the sweat damp roots of his hair. She kissed him as she rocked her hips, riding the maddening circling of his thumb, feeling the orgasm building with every slide of his long, thick penis into her melting core.

She lost her mind somewhere along the way, primitive instinct taking over until her body was completely in charge. She could focus on nothing but the driving urge to fuck, the ferocious need to ride his cock until the tension burst and set her free of this grinding hunger.

“It’s so good,” she sobbed, lost to him. “You feel…Ah, God, it’s too good.”

Using both hands, Salvatore commanded her rhythm, tilting her into an angle that had the big crown of his cock rubbing a tender, aching spot inside her. As she tightened and shook, she realized she was going to cum from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside her. “Salvatore.”

He captured her by the nape as the orgasm exploded through her, starting with the ecstatic spasms of her core and radiating outward until she was trembling all over. He watched her fall apart, holding her gaze when she would have closed her eyes. Possessed by his stare, she moaned and came harder than she ever had, her body jerking with every pulse of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, pounding his hips up at her, yanking her hips down to meet his punishing lunges. He hit the end of her with every deep thrust, battering into her. She could feel him growing harder and thicker.

She watched him avidly, needing to see it when he went over the edge for her. His eyes were wild with his need, losing their focus as his control frayed, his gorgeous face ravaged by the brutal race to climax.

“Nala!” He came with an animal sound of feral ecstasy, a snarling release that riveted her with its ferocity. He shook as the orgasm tore into him, his features softening for an instant with an unexpected vulnerability.

Cupping his face, she brushed her lips across his, comforting him as the forceful bursts of his gasping breaths struck her cheeks.

“Nala.” He wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him, pressing his damp face into the curve of her neck.

She knew just how he felt. Stripped. Laid bare.

They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other, absorbing the after shocks. He turned his head and kissed her softly, the strokes of his tongue into her mouth soothing her ragged emotions.

“Wow,” she breathed, shaken.

His mouth twitched. “Yeah.”

She smiled, feeling dazed and high.

Salvatore brushed the damp tendrils of hair off her temples, his fingertips gliding almost reverently across her face. The way he studied her made her chest hurt. He looked stunned and…grateful, his eyes warm and tender. “I don’t want to break this moment.”

Because she could hear it hanging in the air, she filled it in. “But…?”

“But we have to go”

“Oh.” The moment was effectively broken.

She lifted gingerly off of him, biting her lip at the feel of him slipping wetly out of her. The friction was enough to make her want more. He had barely softened.

“Damn it,” he said roughly. “I want you again.”

He caught her before she moved away, pulling a handkerchief out from somewhere and running it gently between her legs. It was a deeply intimate act, on par with the sex they had just had.

When she was dry, she settled on the seat beside him and dug her lip gloss out of her clutch. She watched Salvatore over the edge of her mirrored compact as he removed the condom and tied it off. He wrapped it in a cocktail napkin; then tossed it in a cleverly hidden trash receptacle. After restoring his appearance, he told the driver to head to their destination. Then he settled into the seat and stared out the window.

With every second that passed, she felt him withdrawing, the connection between them slipping further and further away. She found herself shrinking into the corner of the seat, away from him, mimicking the distance she felt building between them. All the warmth she had felt receded into a marked chill, cooling her enough that she pulled her shawl around her again. He didn’t move a muscle as se shifted beside him and put her compact away, as if he wasn’t even aware she was there.

Abruptly, Salvatore opened the bar and pulled out a bottle. Without looking at her, he asked, “whiskey?”

“No, thank you.” Her voice was small, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care. He poured a drink and tossed it back.

Confused and stung, Nala pulled on her gloves and tried to figure out what went wrong, if she had imagined the connection they had just shared.