Nico went inhumanly still behind me. Suddenly self-conscious, I started to peek at him when his voice cracked out like a whip, startling me.

“On the bed.”

I followed his order, crawling onto the full-size bed and turning to sit facing him, dressed only in the jeweled necklace. Nico unbuttoned his dress shirt, slipping the fabric from his muscular shoulders and revealing an assortment of tattoos as his steely gaze branded my flesh. The only light in the room was the soft glow from filtering in from outside, but it was plenty to confirm that his body was just as beautiful as I knew it would be. I wondered about his tattoos, wanting to hear the story behind each and trace the lines across his taut skin. The light was too dim to make out the details but enough to see how perfectly they complemented the contours of his sculpted body.

When he lowered his pants and boxer briefs, my mouth went dry. It was an odd sensation to see him stand before me, someone I had known so well, but who was so incredibly changed. He was all man now—no signs of the boy I’d known. Could he see the same was true for me—that the little girl he’d known was gone? Neither of us had survived our separation unscathed. Would our reunion be our undoing? Or would it make us stronger than we’d ever been before?

There was only one way to find out.

Nico lowered himself onto the bed, stalking up to where I lounged back on my elbows. “This body is mine,” he rumbled as he eased himself over me. “These breasts,” he murmured before grazing his teeth against my skin. “These ribs …” His tongue explored the dips and valleys of my rib cage. “This belly …” Soft kisses trailed one lower than the next. “And this pussy … they’re mine.” He spread me apart and took a long, languorous lick up my slit, sending sparks of electric sensation throughout my body.

“Nico!” I gasped, arching with the need to be touched.

“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you say my name. I want you to know who owns this body because no one else will ever fucking touch it.” He dived in, circling my clit with his tongue while his fingers pulled at my hardened nipple. Each sensation alone would have been blissful, but together, they were mind-bending. He licked and sucked, growling when I moaned and twisting my nipples extra hard when I squirmed too much. He played my body like the keys of his piano, a masterful musician, my moans and gasps his symphony.

When I came, it was nothing like I’d been able to give myself with my own fingers. Never had I been remotely tempted to make noise when I touched myself, but the orgasm Nico drew from me had me biting off a strangled cry. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was at my parents’ house and needed to be quiet, but it was nearly impossible. The thundering waves of pleasure tore through my body like a tsunami, annihilating everything in its path. Every inch of my body was swimming in sensation; even my ears buzzed from the electric surge.