All Chapters of Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Each time he applied and released the pressure, her body grew more pliable, the tension in her muscles slowly draining away. The release was like an electric pulse of relief, each rhythmic squeeze coaxing her into deeper submission. It was a balm to her frazzled nerves, telling her, it's okay, let go, and she did.Her body melted against him. She could feel herself sink deeper into his lap, her arm hanging loosely off the side of the couch, fingers grazing the soft rug. There was a growing hunger in her for the next wave of relief.He squeezed her neck again. This time, the pressure lingered longer, suffocating her in a deliberate, intoxicating way. When he released her, she felt herself inhale in a slow, shuddering gasp. As soon as the air flooded her lungs, his finger slipped inside her ass, and it was like silk gliding into warm, melted honey.There was no sting, no struggle. Just the fluid motion of him pushing deeper, and she felt like she could take all of him. Every inch."Brav

He didn't wait around for a response. Nico swept her up without a word, carrying her from the room and up the stairs to the newly renovated master bedroom. It was still in transition--boxes piled in corners, half-finished furniture scattered about--but the bed was immaculate. A large, four-poster oak frame, crisp white sheets, a dozen plush pillows, and a view that stretched out before them, the city's twinkling skyline like a sea of stars.Nico kicked the door shut behind them, not even sparing the bed a glance. Instead, he carried her into the adjacent bathroom. The light was dim, the only illumination from the faint glow seeping through the bedroom door. He didn't waste a second, turning the faucet on and adjusting the temperature, his movements sharp and decisive. Without a word, he tugged her dress off, his hands rough, almost desperate, before guiding her into the warm water."What are you doing?" she asked."Washing them off you," he said, his tone terse, clipped.It wasn't the

Nico sat in his car, parked just outside the penthouse, replaying every detail in his head. This was the endgame. Months of careful manipulation and planning had all led to this day. The cops had been tipped off about the weapons shipment Antonio's crew was moving tonight. Everything was lined up perfectly.Nico took a slow breath, trying to settle the knot twisting in his stomach. Antonio wasn't the kind of man you walked away from alive--not unless you made damn sure he couldn't reach you afterward. If all went according to plan, by the end of the night, Antonio would be out of the picture for good.But then, there was Luna.She wasn't the reason Nico started down this road, but she had become the strongest reason to see it through. Every stolen glance and quiet exchange had worn down his defenses, making it that much easier to keep his promise to his grandfather and restore the Romano family's legacy.He knew Luna was trapped, her brilliance and beauty wasting away in a marriage su

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her reflection in the mirror--half-lidded eyes drowning in need, parted lips letting out those soft, desperate moans. Her cheeks were flushed deep with heat, but she didn't seem to see the bruise marring her face. No, she was too far gone, lost in the pleasure as she rocked against him harder, faster, chasing that high.His jeans were soaked from her, the evidence of just how badly she wanted this. He couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, dark and hungry. "I fucking love the mess you're making all over me."Her moans climbed higher, breaking into breathless gasps, her movements growing frantic. He knew she was close--so close--and he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady as she pushed herself to the edge.Then she shattered.Her body trembled violently, a shudder ripping through her as she collapsed over the sink, breath coming in ragged, uneven pants. He didn't give her a moment to recover. Stepping forward, he slid his t

"And you?" she asked quietly, dread creeping up her spine.Nico didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned into a driveway. It took Luna a moment to realize where they were. Her parents' house.Her breath caught. "Why here?""The cops will expect you to come here after everything. They'll keep an eye on you, but they won't push too hard. You'll be safe."Safe. There was that word again, and it still didn't feel right."And you?" she pressed again.Nico killed the engine and turned to look at her. "I'll have to disappear for a while. Frank got out. He'll want my head."Her throat tightened. "For a while? How long?"He gave a small shrug, like it didn't matter. "A year. Maybe more."A year. Luna froze, disbelief hitting her like a punch to the gut. "But you--""I handle it," Nico said with a detached tone that made her want to scream."That's not--""I handle it, Luna," he snapped, sharp and final. His eyes locked on hers, hard enough to silence whatever words she was about to say. "G