ATONEMENT (25 page)

T
he first time he touched her
naked flesh
, it was evident
they were destined to become lovers,
s
he hadn’t known
it then but he
had
,
and tried to stay away. He tried so hard to kill the want of the woman beneath him and the want grew like vines on stone until
it
covered
him
fully. She loved
Alfonzo
, but desired Nico. The
workings of the mind and body are contrary at times.
Initially,
Nico represented a
n
unfulfilled fantasy –but now she wanted him in the waking hours.
An enforcer as a lover
i
s
a
dangerous m
a
n to bed, especially
being
the
wife of a
Mafia Don
with killers
at his command
, but she disregarded these facts and committed her
body to another.
Nico
would love her,
do anything
she wanted, protect her
with his life
, but if it
turned badly and Alfonzo harmed her in any way, blood would
geyser from him
like a
waterfall
.

His hands
care
ssed
her face,
wanting to always remember her this way and hurt this way because th
e stolen now’s were
all the
re were unless she requested more. He’d give her more; all she need
ed to
do
was
ask.

Nico’s
mouth p
ried
open the soft folds of her lips and his tongue entered like a venomous snake fusing with hers, forcing her
in
to
a lingual
spar
ring match.
She pushed at his shoulders and he rolled over
onto his back, gripping her hips letting her ride him.
She glid
ed with ease,
displaying
a feminine
athleticism in the art of lovemaking, making him smile
a
s she
stroked and squeezed his penis. He let her exp
lore him with her lips and br
ought
heat to his mouth with her tongue.

The titillating rotations of the small tongue
tickled and excited hi
s senses and he took hold
of her
curved hips and
lifted
his pelvis in
to heaven
.
He felt the insides of her walls, painting them with heavy strokes and her torso bent forward in abject surrender.
She quaked but held tight and he
rolled
again
and
she was beneath him languid
with love
. The
lust filled eyes
were
no longer of
innocence but of a woman
who
embraced the
fact
Nic
o
was her
lover and although it was sinful, it brought
her
immense pleasure.

The
gravitational pull
to
ward
Selange was
partly
due to her goodness,
a
virtue he did not possess. He wanted
to
acquire
the unobtainable and realized s
he was the closest he’d get to
goodness
. H
e’d take
it,
even the tiniest piece
and claim it as his own
.

She moaned his name,
clutched his neck,
moving her buttocks back and pumping forward as if she were on a
swing
. They
rock
ed
back and for
th
,
meet
ing and grinding in a soulful union.
Nico
grit his teeth trying to hold down
a
powerful
urge to push harder, aware of her
delicate
condition
but
somehow this excited him more.
S
ex with
the
woman
possibly carrying
his
child
was
the most pleasurable
merger
. And yes,
Selange
brought him such gratification he
could no longer deny h
imself. H
e dreamed of her for months, thought he’d go mad from the lack of her touch and
having her here
was the culmination of his every desire. No, he had no
apology
, whatsoever, this is what he wanted and she’d voiced the same.

He
fed on her
body, every inch of her
flesh
until she screamed to the rafters. His decadent
adoration elicited heavy pants from her parted lips
as he lifted her from the floor, carried her to the sofa, spread her legs and knelt in worship
.
She nearly climbed the soft
seating under the probing tongue and bent over his dark head, in complete abandonment.

Nico sparked in her spirit
a
force
she could not
repel. H
er head f
lopped
backward, he was dragging her forward opening her to him, devouring her flesh, making her climax.

This
dark
delicious place
he unveiled
with a
touch
of
ice and heat
left her nowhere to hide
.
His
mouth
was
brazen
and confident
in its expedition
. His bedroom skills
belonged to
a man certain of his craft
; an
unabashed
and fine-tuned solicitor of pleasure.
Nico was
the
hidden
sex book
she
read
when she
was but
a naïve
virgin
; the
kind which made her
blush
and cream her panties from the
descriptive sexua
l act
s.
–But it’s Nico’s flesh and what he was doing t
o her body t
hat made the books pale in comparison. He felt too good
, he
r body was no longer her own. He hijacked it
from Alfonzo
and was taking it on a dangerous voyage.
He
twist
her around, leaned over
her spine
, the warm air from his breath at her
ear
as he held her stomach to take what she promised. He fed a
ravenous hunger
and
gave no reprieve, a
nd oddly her carnal
needs
obliged.
She could not deny him and t
his was her damnation
;
she understood her sin. She open
ed
her heart and during weak moments he made it strong, then bound himself
there and slowly
consumed
it.
There wasn’t a doubt anymore, she needed more now’s with Nico or she’d wilt
and die
without him.

His
stamina
was remarkable
and
he took her
to a place far beyond
consciousness
, a place so gratifying and full of love she cried. Nico loved her with his
soul,
it came through and took
possession of her mind and body until she relinquished
everything
to him.

The words
were her undoing,
“Nico,
I love you…
please
I
need you
…so bad…don’t leave
…oh…yes…Nico
.”

Nico’
s body tensed;
his fate was sealed.

Her waves
crested
over him like the heat of Egypt’s Red Sea and
were
met
by
the
t
umultuous wa
ters
of the Mediterranean.
They were swept away by the currents and
were far a
drift
from
shore.

They were the traged
ies
of Shakespeare
; doomed loved sonnets and in each
sorrowful tale
a
lover died.
He kissed her,
turned her around and lay with her on the sofa. He
touched her cheek with the side of his hand,
wiping away streaks of tears,
thinking how unbelievably beautiful she looked
. “You cry too much,
must be
a
hormonal thing
.”