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"And you?" Nico looked up at her from where he knelt on the floor "Are you proud of me?"

"Does it matter?"

"It matters more that you’re proud of me than him"

She caressed his face with the back of her hand The slight stubble on his chin chafed her skin Once she’d asked hi for every time he went to bed with a woure? A teacher? A trainer? "My Rosanella," Nico had answered, referring to the na Syrah, "the one woman who is all woazed at each other The shutters were closed Fire alone warhtened the room Outside, the wind and rain poured and howled so wildly she iined everyone but she and Nico had been wiped off the face of the earth Only they two remained, sole survivors

Nico rose up on his knees, put his hands on her waist and kissed her stoown Slowly he slid his hands down the backs of her legs and grasped her ankles Nora buried her fingers in his hair as he kissed her bare thigh where it peeked out of the hip-high slit in her nightgown He ran his hands back up her legs Everything he did, every way he touched her, set her nerves tingling and her sto Noith his thurasped the bedpost behind her as Nico pressed a kiss onto the apex of her thighs She pushed her hips forward as Nico sought her clitoris with his tongue

"What’s this?" he asked, tickling the little "

Nico raised an eyebrow

"I’ to play with that later"