Nicholas’s POV
I never thought waking up next to Danica would feel this… right.
The regret I had braced myself for never came. Instead, I felt nothing but satisfaction. Relief. That bastard Kendrick was gone, and Danica was here, tangled in my arms, her bare skin pressed against mine.
For once, I allowed myself to savor the moment. The warmth of her body, the soft rhythm of her breathing, the way her hair spilled across my chest. It was perfect.
Then, she stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep, before widening in shock.
Shit.
She sat up abruptly, clutching the sheets to her chest. Panic flashed across her face, and I knew that look, she was about to run. Just like last time.
Oh, hell no.
Before she could even think about bolting, I grabbed her waist and pulled her back against me. Her soft curves molded perfectly to my chest, and I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear.
She stood there, her tits straining against the thin fabric of her tank top, nipples so hard they could cut glass. Her hips swayed like she was daring me to grab her, to fuck her right there against the wall. I was already rock-hard, pulsing in his jeans like a goddamn heartbeat.
Her fingers trailed down her own body, slow and deliberate, cupping those perfect tits and giving them a squeeze that made her gasp. She bit her lip, eyes locked on me as she slipped a hand under her waistband, her fingers brushing against the wetness waiting there. “You gonna just stand there,” she purred, “or are you gonna fuck me like you mean it?”
That was all it took. I was on her in a flash, slamming her against the wall with a grunt. My hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, squeezing her ass, tearing at her clothes like a starving man at a buffet. She let out a moan as my lips crashed against hers, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. My hand found its way between her legs, fingers sliding through her slick folds, rubbing her clit with a roughness that made her cry out.
“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Fuck me hard.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I unbuckled my jeans in one swift motion, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing. I lifted her leg, hooking it over my hip, and lined myself up with her dripping cunt. With one brutal thrust, I was inside her, filling her up so deep she could feel me in her goddamn throat.
She screamed my name, her nails digging into my back as I pounded into her with reckless abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back and exposing her neck as I fucked her into the wall. “You like that?” I growled, his breath hot against her ear. “You like being my little slut?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, her body trembling as she came undone around him. “Fuck yes.”
I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. My hips pistoned against hers, driving into her with a ferocity that left us both breathless. He could feel my orgasm building, a relentless pressure in my balls that threatened to explode at any second. With a roar, I came, shooting my load deep inside her as she clenched around me milking every last drop.