Alaric

Nico stood there in front of me, his eyes still holding that sultry, crazy look that made my stomach tighten with a mixture of anticipation and pure, stubborn defiance.

He did not say another word. Instead, he reached for the belt of his robe slowly and let it fall open, inch by inch.

My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t look away.

Every single part of me wanted to hate how much I needed to see this, but my body betrayed me completely.

He shrugged the robe off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms until it pooled at his feet. Nico was completely naked now, standing there in the dim light of the storm-lit room like some kind of rival god.

His skin was smooth and golden, still slightly damp from the earlier shower. His messy black hair was tossed in wild, tousled strands across his forehead.

The intricate black tattoos that covered his body seemed to come alive with every flash of lightning from outside. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Bold, detailed floral patterns and mythical creatures snaked across his shoulders and down his powerful arms. A large, dragon-like design curled over one shoulder and bicep, while intricate flowers and swirling motifs decorated his chest and the other arm.

His cock was already half-hard, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward as it responded to the charged air between us.

I felt my own cock twitch hard against the robe still clinging to my waist.

God, he was beautiful. And that realization pissed me off almost as much as it turned me on.

This was Nico fucking Park, the man whose very existence had annoyed me for weeks—the rival who had thrown every cocky comment and shady overtake my way. Yet here I was, staring at his naked body like a starving man.

My mouth went dry, and my heart pounded hard against my ribs. Heat flooded my face and spread lower, pooling in my groin until I was fully hard and aching for his touch.

I hated how much I wanted him. I hated how perfect he looked. But I could not stop drinking in the sight of him: the way his abs flexed with each breath, the sharp V-line of his hips, and the way his cock jerked slightly under my gaze as if it could feel me looking.

"Like what you see, princess?" Nico asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was a rough edge of desire in it that made my pulse spike.

That was the third time he had called me that, and as much as I was supposed to hate it, for no reason at all, I loved how it sounded on his lips.

But I couldn’t let him know that.

Before I could snap back with some retort, he stepped closer and grabbed my hand. He placed my palm flat against the center of his chest, right over one of the large, intricate black tattoos that spread across his pectorals. The skin there was warm and smooth, the ink slightly raised under my fingertips.

Slowly, deliberately, he guided my hand downward, making me trace every beautiful line of his tattoos.

My fingers followed the swirling floral patterns and mythical designs across his chest, feeling the firm muscle underneath.

I moved lower, tracing the detailed ink that flowed over his abs, which tightened and flexed under my touch. The journey continued down the tempting trail that led even lower.

He did not stop until my palm was wrapped around his cock, just like the moment in the bathroom earlier.

I felt the thickness and the warmth in my hand, already fully hard now. I squeezed instinctively, feeling the weight of him.

Nico let out a soft hiss of pleasure, his hips twitching forward into my grip. The sound went straight to my own cock, making it throb painfully.

"Fuck," I whispered, unable to hold the word back. My thumb brushed over the head of his cock, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there.

Nico’s eyes fluttered half-closed for a second, but he did not let me linger. Instead, he leaned down and captured my mouth in a kiss that stole every thought from my head. The kiss was deep and devouring from the very first second. His lips pressed against mine with hungry pressure—soft, yet demanding.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, our mouths opening together so our tongues could meet in a slow, wet slide that made sparks explode behind my eyelids.

His tongue teased mine, circling, striking, and coaxing me into a rhythm that felt like a battle and a dance at the same time. He tasted like hot cocoa and pure sin, and I could not get enough.

We kissed for what felt like forever, our tongues tangling and retreating only to plunge back in deeper.

Every stroke of his tongue sent fresh shivers racing down my spine.

My free hand came up to grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer as I sucked on his tongue, drawing a deep moan from him that vibrated straight into my mouth.

Nico broke the kiss only long enough to trail his lips along my jaw, nipping lightly before returning to my mouth with even more intensity.

Our tongues battled again, the sounds of wet kisses and heavy breathing filling the room. He pulled back slightly, only to lick slowly along my lower lip before diving back in, sucking my tongue into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his own.

The sensation was maddening.

My body felt like it was on fire, and every teasing flick and slow swirl of his tongue made my cock leak inside the robe.

I was desperate for more.

We kissed like that for long, dizzying minutes—deep, open-mouthed, and filthy kisses that left us both gasping when we finally parted for air.

But Nico was not done. He shifted lower, his mouth latching onto the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark I knew I would feel tomorrow.

Then he moved to my collarbone, his tongue tracing wet patterns before he reached my chest. He pushed the robe off my shoulders completely, exposing my skin.

His mouth found one of my nipples and closed around it, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud.