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Chapter 20

I woke to pleasure coursing through my body, gripping the sheets even as sensual noises filled the room. Only later did I realize that those noises were coming from me. My eyes blinked shot as another wave of ecstasy shook my body violently. The source of my arousal, emanating between my thighs as I tried to breathe, the empty pillow beside me, catching my eye.

I immediately raised the sheets to see the top of Niccolò's thick black hair lingering there. His blue eyes met mine and even with the darkness of the wee dawn surrounding us, they somehow seemed darker.

When I was unable to hold his gaze any longer, I dropped the sheet as my body arched responsively off the bed. Another moan of pleasure, escaping me. Goodness, I was afraid the neighbours would hear my less than subtle cries against the remnants of the night that still lingered around me. However, I knew for a fact the only people I had to worry about lived within the gates on Niccolò's estate.

My gosh, the sinful things he did with his mouth ... his tongue were driving me wild. He wrapped his muscular arms around the back of my thighs, holding me in place while his mouth went to work vigorously on my sensitive area. An unavoidable pressure began to build near my coccyx region as well as a knot in my stomach. I was starved of air as he kept at his movements even as relief crashed my body.

Niccolò continued with his sweet torture, teasing me a few moments more to my secondary release, lapping up every drop with his warm tongue, then and only then was I allowed to reclaim my breath.

The man kissed his way up my front under the sheets, making me shudder with every touch of his naked flesh. Our legs intertwined before his head finally emerged to reveal his sinful grin as he gazed down into my eyes.

His fingertips glided against the bare flesh of my sides to hold my hands above my head against my pillow. I trembled, causing him to chuckle into my ear before he pressed his lips in a soft kiss at the hollow of my neck just as memories of last night came crashing back in an ambush.

His every move, his every action had been filled with unadulterated passion. He'd been so gentle with me that I near broke down into tears. I had been lost in his eyes, lost in him our bodies tangling in heat and sweat despite the cold temperature. It had been the same for hours upon hours, where he got the energy I couldn't say but he'd always managed to get me worked up again until finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms of pure exhaustion.

"Good morning, Ada," His voice rumbled through my ears, in a low growl.

"Good morning," A smile found its way to my lips despite everything.

"I couldn't resist the call to bring pleasure to this beautiful body," One of his hands found its way to my ass before squeezing the back of my thigh gently. He hooked his arm under my leg, hoisting it up so that the sole of my foot pressed against the bed beside his lower back and impressive backside. I stared back at him, searching his eyes.

"Niccolò, you're insane!" I said flatly, chuckling until I felt his erection press against the inner thigh of my right leg.

"I love the way you say my name," He said deeply enough for me to question his sanity. "It's so sexy coming from your beautiful lips."

He held my gaze while I allowed my hands to comb over his scalp playing with the hair that grew at the nape of his neck. He studied my actions closely with an amused eye as though he was looking at me for the first time.

Suddenly, his lips came crashing down over mine in urgency, kissing me hard enough that I thought a bruise might form there later. I was sure that he would make me an addict at some point.

"Mmm," was my reply.

"Let me stop before I make your sore," He placed a soft kiss on my mouth and my forehead before rolling off of me.

I immediately missed his warmth and more importantly the feel of his body against mine. Was it possible to love the man so quickly? What did I know about love? Nothing really.

He got out of bed, giving me ample view of his magnificent buttocks, strong back and powerful legs as he receded into the bathroom. Butterflies formed in my stomach as I gave in to my urge to follow him, shooting off the king-size bed in anticipation.

The sound of water echoed through the room as though inviting me to join him. I answered the beckon, entering the shower with him to see his back to me. His hands pressed against the wall as he allowed the chilly water to descend his mesmerising form. His hand came up to comb through his dampened hair as he released a heavy sigh.

I stepped closer, placing a kiss at the centre of his back, causing his body to shudder before he quickly turned to see me and my eyes dropped to his manhood in keen interest. I wondered how he'd managed to fit all of that in me all those hours ago.

He cleared his throat, bringing my gaze to his darkened eyes. Suddenly, I felt like a deer in the headlights, turning to leave the shower only for him to gently take my hand, pulling me to him.

In one swift move, he picked me up, pressing my back against the wall as water from the showerhead rained down on our bodies, sending shivers throughout me.

Niccolò entered me just as my legs wrapped around him to steady myself while he stroked me slowly for torment. He looked into my eyes as capturing the essence of his deliberate actions as my breath came out in a fog. His solid chest pressed into mine, pinning me in place while I held his shoulders and his hands cupped my buttocks.

"Heavens," He grunted out.

I closed my eyes, allowing the wave of pleasure to fill my senses, my head falling just under his chin. He was right about me being sore but I didn't care, we braved through a few moments before we cried out in release. "I'm sore."

"Told you," We both chuckled at his confession before we did what bathrooms were actually meant for.

We dressed together in Niccolò's room. He wore a simple black t-shirt that wasn't too tight or too loose but fit him perfectly along with a pair of wash jeans. It was amazing that he could look so sinfully gorgeous in just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I, however, settled for a pair of wash jeans myself matching it with a navy short-sleeved t-shirt before he led me downstairs to the foyer where he wrote a small note and left it on the fridge.

He pulled his coat over me while we stood near the door. It was still dark and cold out considering it was early dawn. I watched him closely while he did, deciding that he looked cute when he was trying to concentrate.

When he was finished, he laced his fingers through mine, leading me outside where his driver waited patiently before opening the door, allowing us to slip inside.

As the door closed, I couldn't help but cuddle with Niccolò and he didn't seem to mind as he circled an arm around me, holding me closer to him. Finding comfort in his warm embrace, I fell asleep in the same position to the constant sound of his beating heart.

"Ada," I heard the sound of my name echo in my head before I regained consciousness. I was still in Niccolò's arms and the car had stopped moving. I looked up to see him, smiling down at me for what I didn't know. "We're here."

"Where is here?" I looked out of the window to see a small lake, completely sheltered by trees. It was so beautiful, there was a stream of light shining through the leaves and branches, giving it a majestic look as leaves fell from the tree to the lake below.

"Come see!" Niccolò offered me his hand and I took it, inhaling before we stepped outside. Niccolò led me up the brick stairway which divided manicured lawn, sitting at the top was a beautiful structure. One storey with four pillars surrounding a single concrete bench. Vines grew feverishly over around the cylindrical pillow, spiralling upwards. The scene was beautiful. It was then that I noticed a picnic basket in his hand.

"This place is beautiful Niccolò." I looked around as he placed the basket stop the concrete table.

"I started saving towards this land years ago when I had just started chef school. It was abandoned and no one wanted it, but I knew that Krysta would see the beauty in it, as you have. I saved up every penny I could spare for years in hopes of securing it for my sister and bringing her here. She's always loved the simplest things. Most girls her age love partying and shopping, Krysta loves collecting key chains of the most beautiful places on earth known to man. On her birthday, I was led to make the final payment towards this land." He looked down at me, rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb gently, leading me towards the bench. "I'm sorry, Ada, I hate seeing you cry. I can stand almost anything, but not that."

"Why are you always so tense, Nicky?" I said surprised that I bold enough to ask and that I had called him that. I wasn't sure if he would like that. "I'm sorry."

He took my hand, kissing my palm softly before placing it together with his in his lap.

"Don't apologize, Ada. You have only ever been sweet even if I haven't acknowledged it. You can call me whatever you like. To answer your question, my tension where women are concerned is not your fault though. You have an effect on me none other has. It stemmed almost a decade in the past when my mother left us on Krysta's seven birthday only she made it appear that she was just going out to get her a present."

"Just six months earlier, our father had died of cardio problems and my sister was already struggling to cope with the loss when that woman went out and did what? On her daughter's birthday? Imagine telling a seven-year-old, who's already lost one parent, that her mother left. She didn't take it well and though she tries to put up a happy facade, I know it still bothers her but who could blame her? Does a woman get to call herself a mother after doing that to a helpless child?"

"Oh my gosh," I felt the tears roll off my eyelashes and down my cheek before Niccolò's thumb stopped it in its tracks.

"It's hard for me to trust anyone after what my mother, my own blood, did to her daughter." He looked off, becoming distant briefly before snapping himself back to reality. "I remember it as though it were a few seconds ago."

"My mother ... I haven't seen her for quite a few years myself. She just ups and went out one day and never came back. I don't even remember her face anymore. She left us when I was ten. Papa was coming home to me when a car ran the red light, smashing full speed into his car. The doctors told me that it was a miracle he'd only sustained minor injuries, then one-day papa asked me who I was. He didn't know who I was. The look in his eyes was so different, it was enough to scare me half to death. He'd later been diagnosed with Posttraumatic Amnesia." I couldn't help the wave of agony that washed through me, a mother who'd left and a papa who had amnesia seemed to sum up my life. I was the forgotten child much like an orphan at times and the feeling always haunted me. I blamed my mother for everything. How could she just leave like that?

"Oh, Ada. I'm so sorry," Niccolò pulled me into his arms, allowing me to cry into the hollow of his neck. I held him close for fear that if I didn't, he would let me go or disappoint me. I also had trust issues that I'd never moved on from though I didn't want to stuck in the past. He rubbed my back in a soothing motion as I released a well of tears into his shirt.

"You didn't know," I knew he didn't barely anyone knew that side of my story. I couldn't tell much of anyone and I didn't have a lot of friends, to begin with. That, and I didn't want pity from the few I had.

"That's no excuse for the way I've been treating you ever since we met. I've been an insensitive ass, amongst other things." He spoke into my head, placing a kiss there before he pulled away, drying my eyes of the remaining tears. "Would you like to start over?"

"What?" I asked a bit bewildered by his meaning.

"I'm Niccolò and I'm sorry I was so awful to you." He said, holding out his hand to me.

"I'm Adaramola ... I accept your apology. Nice to finally meet you, Nicky."

Despite everything, we both managed a small smile as we shook each other's hand. I couldn't remember being more relieve or happy, all in one move. I guess that there was a first time for everything.

We ate some of the chicken sandwiches Niccolò had prepared while we got to know each other better. A feeling began to form on my chest and though I had only known him a short time, he'd been the only person other than Tey whom I'd told my secret and that counted for something. In fact, it was a lot to me, by then I knew I was in trouble.

*END of Chapter Twenty*