Chapter- 35 Fire (Part 1)

Song: Love You Right (Shaker, COBRA)

Gianna

His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath—rough, devouring, and so full of hunger it stole the strength from my legs. I barely registered him walking me backwards until my spine hit the wall. All I could focus on was his lips and his tongue coaxing and devouring mine. His eyes were wild and dark, like a predator at loose, when he finally pulled away, both of us panting hard.

“Take your clothes off,” he said, voice low, rough. A warning and a promise all at once.

I froze.

“Now, Gianna,” he growled.

My fingers trembled as I reached for the button on my skirt. I peeled it off, slowly…inch by inch under his brutal stare, followed by my t-shirt. The cold bit at my skin as I stood in my bra and thong, but the heat in his eyes made me forget everything else. The rain kept hammering the barn roof, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

“All of it…” Nico commanded.

I gulped and, locking my eyes on his, I unhooked my bra and slowly, almost salaciously let it fall from my arms. My nipples tingled as the cold air hit them, and Nico’s eyes darkened as they fell on them. Licking my lips, I slowly took off my thong as well.

When I stood bare in front of him, breathless and exposed, he closed the distance.

His hand wrapped around my throat—not tight, just enough to make my breath catch, to remind me who I belonged to in this moment. His thumb brushed along my jaw before he tilted my chin up and kissed me. Deep. Dominating. Like he needed to steal the air from my lungs just to breathe.

“You’re a mighty fine sight, Gianna,” he breathed, pulling at my earlobe. “Mighty fine. I’m a lucky man.” He pushed me back against the wall again and then, grabbing my arms, pinned them above my head.

His eyes dropped to my breasts, rising and falling, exposed and flushed beneath his stare. A low growl rumbled from deep in his throat.

“Look at these perfect tits,” he rasped, voice thick with desire. “All pushed out for me like that. Fucking perfect.”

Before I could speak, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a dark handkerchief, and twisted it tight. With slow precision, he bound my wrists together, then looked up and probably found something to hook the other end of the handkerchief to it, testing it with a firm tug. I gasped, arms stretched tight above me, my body completely at his mercy.

“Now,” he murmured, stepping back just enough to admire his work, his gaze raking over me like he wanted to brand every inch. “Let’s see how many times I can make you come before those legs give out.”

“Oh… And you don’t get to touch me,” he added in my ear, voice sharp and dark and sinful. “Not until I’m done devouring every inch of you.”

A shiver tore through me. I moaned—helpless, needy.

His lips brushed the curve of my jaw before trailing lower, slow and deliberate. Every press of his mouth was heat and claim, dragging fire along my skin as he moved down my neck. Then his teeth sank into the soft swell of my breast—not gently, but with just enough bite to make me gasp, arching into him as pleasure flared sharp and bright.

“You like that,” he muttered, mouth moving across my skin. “You fucking love being handled like this.”

My breath hitched. I couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t think past the rough scrape of his stubble against the sensitive skin of my chest, the way his tongue flicked across my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.

“Umm…” I moaned, biting my lips. The sweet melody of pleasure sang through every inch of me. His hands slid between my legs, and he slowly parted them before dropping to his knees. Then his mouth was on mine.

There was nothing soft about it. No teasing. Just raw, filthy hunger.

A gasp tore from my throat as his tongue parted me, slow at first, then firmer. He licked a long, deliberate stripe through my slick folds, groaning like he tasted something he’d been starving for. His grip tightened as he dragged his tongue over my clit, circling, then flicking, then sucking hard enough to make my legs shake.

“Oh—God—Nico—” My knees buckled.

He licked and sucked with merciless rhythm, tongue relentless, fingers digging into my thighs to keep me open and helpless. I cried out, back arching, wrists straining in their binds as wave after wave tore through me.

“You’re dripping for me,” Nico groaned into me.

He didn’t stop. He pressed his mouth against me, relentless, tongue stroking, devouring, consuming. The stubble on his jaw scraped my inner thighs, adding burn to the heat. I writhed against him, hips moving without permission, wrists twisting in their binds above me.

I shattered. Loud. Raw. My body bowed against the wall, orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. But even as I came, Nico didn’t stop. His mouth stayed on me, tongue still working me through every pulse, every wave, until I was shaking and gasping and boneless with the orgasm. And he shamelessly licked me clean.

Every drop of it.

When he finally stood, his eyes were wild. Starved. Dangerous.

“One isn’t enough,” he rasped, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. “Not even close.”

He moved closer and just lifted me like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, already aching for more. His mouth crashed onto mine, and I groaned as I tasted myself on his tongue.

“Hold on to me,” he growled into my mouth. I did—arms tight around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, as he pushed his pants down just enough. Then I felt him.

Thick. Hot. Hard.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t hesitate. He thrust into me with one brutal stroke.

I cried out—half pleasure, half shock—as he filled me completely. My back slammed against the barn wall, my fingers clawed into his shoulders, but he didn’t slow down.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he grunted, driving into me again and again. “Tight little pussy made just for me.” I moaned, head thrown back, the rhythm punishing and perfect.

Every thrust made me gasp. Every snap of his hips lit me up. Outside, the rain continued to pour, cold and relentless. Inside, we were on fire. Sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, not an inch of space between us. His skin was hot against mine, his muscles flexing with every thrust—solid, unrelenting. Nico wasn’t just strong; he was sculpted from sin and fury, all cut lines and brute power.

His hands gripped my hips, bruising. His teeth scraped along my throat. He fucked me like he needed to brand me from the inside.

“You’re not...walking....straight...tomorrow,” he hissed between each thrust, his pace only getting rougher.

“Oh God…Nico…”

“That’s right, scream my fucking name.” I shattered. Again. Came so hard I nearly collapsed, if not for his arms holding me up.

Before I could even catch my breath, Nico pulled out, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. His grip tightened under my thighs as he carried me to the barn floor, laying me down on the rough hay, the cold seeping into my back. But it didn’t matter. Not when his eyes were burning like that.

"I’m not done yet," he breathed. "Two orgasms are still not enough. I need you to be shattered. So sore that every movement will remind you of me."

I swallowed hard, my body aching for more, even though I just had two orgasms. I was drenched, every part of me aching for his touch. He dragged his finger through my wetness, slowly, deliberately, making my body quiver beneath him. His gaze never wavered as he used his other hand to stroke himself, his fingers moving up and down his thick length.

He looked delicious