CHAPTER 113: LOSE CONTROL

A broken, barely-there sound escaped Ella’s lips—a whimper so raw it didn’t even sound like her. Her whole body tensed in protest when Nicholas pulled his mouth away, leaving her strung out and aching, the heat between her legs so intense she instinctively snapped her thighs shut, rolling her hips in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure.

"Nicholas, what the—" she started to plead, her voice weak and trembling, but the words were lost as he took hold of her ankles, spreading her open again with deliberate, commanding hands. He knelt in front of her, the head of his cock sliding slowly through her slick folds, teasing her, tormenting her.

"Just had to get you ready for me," he murmured, voice low and ragged, rough with arousal. "Needed you close, baby... so I could try to fuck you unconscious."

Ella’s brain short-circuited. She wasn’t even sure how to process what he’d said.

Part of her wanted to laugh it off—chalk it up to dirty talk—but the tone of his voice, dark and sure, made her wonder if he meant it word for word.

Her jaw fell open just as Nicholas exhaled a rough, guttural, "Goddamn, Ella," and pushed into her with a slow, unrelenting thrust. Her hips twitched involuntarily from the sudden stretch, her body so sensitive it made her shudder.

He didn’t stop until he was buried inside her to the hilt, pressing deep with a slow roll of his hips. His lips brushed along her cheek as his hands slid to her thighs, holding her tightly to his chest like he didn’t want to let her go.

"Always so fuckin’ perfect," he groaned, voice hoarse and reverent. "Feels like I was never meant to be anywhere else but right here."

"Please..." she gasped, voice cracking, lost between wanting more and needing relief. The intimacy of his words made her ache even more, her body screaming for release.

He smiled against the soft skin of her ankle before pulling back just enough to make her whimper again. "I’ve got you, baby. I’ll always take care of you," he cooed softly—then slammed his hips forward with enough force to make her cry out, stunned.

The contrast left her breathless. His words were sweet, careful. His movements were anything but.

He drove into her with sharp, relentless thrusts, using the grip on her thighs to bounce her back against him, each motion rough and deep. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, joined by the slick, filthy rhythm of skin meeting skin and his low, guttural groans.

If her eyes were open, she was sure her vision would be blurring.

Each thrust was laced with strength and focus, like he was pouring every ounce of himself into her, and it left her helpless, jolting beneath him as he struck all the places inside her that made her body twitch and tremble uncontrollably.

"Fuck—you’re soaked," he groaned, the words catching in his throat. "This perfect pussy’s gripping me like a goddamn vice."

He tipped his head back, panting hard. "Shit, Ella—I’m not gonna last with you like this."

She wasn’t going to either.

The pressure in her belly was unbearable, building fast, the electric heat curling through her body. She writhed beneath him, muscles seizing with each thrust, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he shifted again—hooking her knees over his elbows and folding her in half beneath him.

He leaned forward, caging her in with his arms, driving into her harder and deeper.

Ella let out a cry, sharp and breathless, as the new angle sent shockwaves through her. Her fists clenched the sheets as her body trembled, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

Nicholas caught her mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, their lips sliding and clashing as they both gasped for air. Then his forehead rested against hers, hot and damp, and he thrust even faster, more erratic.

He wasn’t speaking anymore—just panting, groaning, making wrecked noises from deep in his throat that matched the slick, rapid rhythm of his hips. His control was unraveling.

And then—everything inside her broke.

Her orgasm hit her like a violent storm, no warning, no buildup—just a single, massive wave of pleasure that sent her back arching off the bed and her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her stomach tightened, her body shaking as the euphoria crashed over her, white-hot and all-consuming. Her walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking him.

Nicholas let out a strangled cry, like he’d been sucker punched, and slammed into her one final time before collapsing over her, still deep inside. "Ella—fuck, Jesus, fuck!" he shouted, his voice raw and broken as his body seized.

He thrust once, twice more—short, violent jerks—and then he came with a force that made his whole body tremble. She felt him twitch and pulse inside her, the heat of his release spreading deep within.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he chanted under his breath, almost like he couldn’t believe it, his face pressed to her shoulder.

They lay tangled and limp, their bodies jerking with aftershocks, neither able to move or speak. He was still inside her, breathless and trembling, their chests rising and falling in time.

He’d meant it—about fucking her unconscious. Because she was pretty sure she was about to black out from sheer exhaustion.

"Holy shit," Nicholas gasped eventually, his voice dazed and wrecked. "That just... fuck. That hit me so hard. I didn’t even feel it coming."

"Mmm," Ella managed, slurring the sound more than saying it. Her brain was mush. Words were beyond her.

Nicholas, still breathing hard, finally pulled out of her and collapsed onto his back beside her like all the strength had been drained from his body. "I’ll remove the blindfold you in a second, darling," he mumbled. "Just... Jesus, I don’t think I can move my arms yet. You okay?"

"Mhm," she hummed, still blindfolded. Not that it mattered. She couldn’t move even if she tried, and her eyes weren’t opening anytime soon.

"Hey, baby?" he murmured, still breathless as he reached out, slinging an arm across her waist. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against her side, like he just needed to feel her skin under his.

And Ella didn’t stop him.

She never wanted him to.