Fifth Avenue Devil

Chapter 31

Thirty-One

Annalise

L ast night, a thought woke me in the dead of night.

I’m starting to have real feelings for Nate.

I’m not sure if it was a leftover feeling from a dream I had or just the realization that I can’t wait until the next time I see him. Whichever it was, the thought hasn’t left me since I had it.

Now the city skyline stretches out before me, a glittering canvas of lights and steel. I stand in Nate's living room, my heart fluttering with my newfound realization. Feelings for him course through me, undeniable and intense.

Feelings that are dangerously close to love .

I take a deep breath as I walk through the penthouse.

"Annalise," Nate says, a note of surprise in his tone. He comes out of his bedroom, shirtless. "What are you doing here?"

I look at him, all six and a half feet of cut muscle, and practically drool. I need this man, right now.

"Should I go?" I ask hesitantly.

"Never," he replies firmly. He walks over, closing the distance between us and capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. My heart races as I respond to his touch, my hands gripping his shirt.

He pulls away. His silver eyes search mine. "You only make things better when you're around."

I laugh, my nerves easing a bit. "That's the first truly kind thing you've ever said to me."

"Is it? Well, maybe I'm just starting to see the light."

Running a finger down his jaw, I bite my lip. I’m horny and nothing can satisfy me but Nate.

“Kiss me,” I murmur. “Kiss me like you need me, Nate.”

Nate's lips find mine again. His hunger is evident in the way he devours me.

He mutters against my lips. "I always need you, Annalise."

I giggle, my cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

"What do you mean?" I ask, breathless.

He doesn't answer at first, instead trailing kisses down my neck, igniting a fire within me that I've never felt before. His hands roam over my body as if trying to memorize every inch of me. I can feel my need growing, the wetness growing between my thighs. The anticipation of his next words drives me wild.

"Tonight, I want to take your ass," Nate whispers into my ear. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. “I want you to feel how amazing it can be to surrender yourself completely to me.”

My whole body clenches at the unexpected request. My pussy grows even wetter.

A mixture of fear, excitement, and uncertainty swirls within me. The look in his silver eyes tells me that he's serious. This step could solidify our connection.

Maybe it will bind us together in a way that nothing else can ever touch.

"Are you sure?" I ask. I feel so safe here in his arms. It’s almost silly to even ask the question. Nate would never do anything to me that could hurt me.

“Yes, Kitten.” His fingers brush the sensitive nape of my neck. I shudder, unable to look anywhere else but directly in his eyes. “I promise, you’ll fucking love it.”

"Okay," I whisper. “You’re my teacher.”

A sudden surge of power courses through Nate. He scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me toward his opulent bedroom.

In one fluid motion, Nate lowers me onto the silken sheets, his strong hands working quickly to undress us both. His muscled body looms over me. I can feel his gray eyes burning with intensity, probing me. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss before trailing his mouth along my neck, his teeth nipping and teasing my sensitive flesh.

It’s almost too much. I groan, digging my fingers into his shoulders, the gesture hard enough to leave marks. He growls.

"Your body drives me wild," he murmurs. His lips move against my skin, his warm breath raising goosebumps all over me. He moves lower, his skilled lips lavishing attention on my breasts, swirling around my nipples until they're taut peaks of pleasure.

"Please, Nate," I beg, my hips arching off the bed in desperation. "Touch me."

He grins and murmurs, "You'll have to be more specific, Kitten."

"Touch my pussy," I gasp, unable to hold back any longer. “ Please. ”

“Such a good girl. Asking for what you need…”

Nate's eyes darken with lust as he obeys. His large hand trails down my stomach and between my trembling thighs. He presses a single finger inside my channel, teasing me for a brief moment before slowly sinking it inside my pussy. My moans echo through the room.

"God, Annalise. I love listening to you moan.” His breathing is heavy with need. "It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I want to savor every inch of you."

He takes his time, kissing and worshipping my inner thighs, his tongue occasionally flicking tantalizingly close to where I crave him most. The sensation is maddening. He drives me to the edge of insanity as I squirm beneath him, desperate for release.

"Please, Nate. Please? I need you to lick my clit."

"Your wish is my command.”

Nate's warm breath fans over my aching, wet core as he lowers his head between my trembling thighs. The anticipation is electric. I feel myself clenching in anticipation of his skilled tongue. A moment later, that tongue makes contact with my throbbing clit.

For a second, my eyes roll up in my head. I swear, the world around me seems to shatter into pieces.

"God, Nate," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, urging him closer. "Don't stop. Don’t ever stop. You’re too good."

"Never.” He growls against me, his voice vibrating through my sensitive flesh, intensifying the pleasure. His tongue continues its expert ministrations on my clit. After a moment, he slides two thick fingers inside me, stretching my hot, wet pussy.

I can barely think straight, let alone form coherent thoughts. My body is entirely at his mercy. I’m his .

As Nate's fingers pump in and out of me, he begins to explore further. His free hand trails down past my soaked folds to probe my virginal ass. The sensation is foreign and slightly uncomfortable, but not wholly unwelcome. Intrigued by this new experience, I find myself pushing back against his exploring fingers.

"Relax for me, Annalise," Nate coaches, sensing my tension. "I promise I'll be gentle."

With that reassurance, I do my best to relax, focusing on the incredible sensations coursing through my body. As soon as his finger breaches the tight ring of muscle, he sucks my clit hard. My body goes rigid but he doesn’t slow down for even a second.

My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. It crashes down and leaves me breathless and shaking in its wake.

"Fuck, Nate." I groan, still reeling from the intensity of my release.

“I’m not done with you yet. Get ready for more.” I can’t see him, but the way he grits the words out makes me shiver.

"More?" I echo. I’m unsure if I can handle any more pleasure than what he's already given me. Nate grabs a tube of lube from his bedside table and flips me onto my stomach. I find myself clenching in anticipation.

He’s about to fuck my tight ass.

I feel the slippery-cold drip of the lube on both my asshole and pussy. I take several deep breaths, attempting to steady myself for what's to come. Nate's fingers slickly glide over my body, his touch somehow both gentle and commanding.

I look back over my shoulder. Nate strokes his cock, his eyes hungry and possessive. "I need you, Annalise. I need to claim you completely."

My heart races, but I have no hesitation in my voice. “I’m so wet for you, Nate.”

"Damn right," he growls. His voice is thick with lust.

Nate thrusts his big cock deep into my pussy, going slow, allowing my body to adjust to his size. I groan, pushing back against him. He picks up my hips and I push up onto all fours as our bodies meld together like two puzzle pieces made for each other.

"God, Nate, you feel so good inside me," I pant.

“Just wait,” he promises. “Just wait until I’ve filled you up all the way, Kitten.”

He pulls out, only to position his cock at the entrance to my asshole, teasing me with shallow thrusts. The taboo sensation of being stretched in this new way overwhelms me. I can't help but release a sultry moan in response.

"Touch your clit, Kitten. Let me know how good you feel.”

My fingers find the sensitive nub and work it in tight circles. A shiver of satisfaction runs through me as Nate continues to push into my ass. He is taking control of my body in a way no one ever has before.

“Oh god,” I whisper. “Oh god, Nate…”

"That’s it. Touch your clit. Feel how full you are right now. Let yourself go, Annalise.”

His voice is a seductive spell that I can't resist. As we move together, I know that I'm falling even deeper under his spell.

My heart races as Nate works himself deep inside my ass, his rhythmic thrusts filling me completely. I rub my clit in time with his movements, pushing back into him, desperate for more. The pleasure is raw and consuming.

I’ve never felt so completely taken as I do right now.

"Come for me, Annalise," Nate urges, his voice tight with desire. His pace quickens, each thrust harder and faster than the last, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Come for me, Kitten.”

My mind spins with the intensity the moment. I want this connection with Nate to go on forever. As I’m on the brink of orgasm, a realization sweeps through me.

I love Nate. I’m stupidly, deeply in love with him.

My orgasm makes me shudder. There are no boundaries between my body and his. In this moment, I’ve given myself over to him completely. I open my mouth, caught up in the maelstrom of pleasure. "I love you, Nate," I whisper.

As if my confession has unleashed something within him, Nate lets out a guttural moan. He surges forward, his cock twitching inside me, and he fills my ass with his hot seed. "God, Annalise…” he groans. He pants as he pulls out and turns me over. “Do you mean it?”

His gray eyes lock onto mine. They’re full of some deep, unnamed emotion. My heart squeezes. I nod, feeling my face heat.

“I know we’re just business rivals. But I think somewhere around the fourth time you called me a brat, I started to fall for you. I… I love you.”

“Fuck, Kitten.” He reaches out to caress my face and tenderly tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I love you too. I've been obsessed with you for months, Annalise.” He sucks in a breath. “I know what I said about not wanting to fall in love. I know what I said about how we’re nothing but business rivals. But with your intelligence and beauty, what choice did I have? You’ve proven yourself to be more than a match for me in every way.”

Hearing Nate say that is everything I’ve ever wanted. His approval plunges into my body, courses through my veins, sinks down to my marrow. "I think I've always loved you," I admit quietly. I trace my fingers along the sharp lines of his collarbone. "From the moment I laid eyes on you."

He kisses me then, slowly and meaningfully. We haven’t given our love a timeframe yet, but I feel my soul vibrate with connection. I want this man. Not just right now, in this moment. I want him forever .

If I have any say in the matter, there will be lots of lounging around naked, declaring that we love each other, and talking about the future together to come. For now, I just bask in the glow of Nate’s love.

Eventually he jumps up. He disappears into the bathroom and I hear water running. He returns and I watch as he uses a gentle touch to clean me off with a warm, damp cloth. The tender care he takes is in stark contrast to the raw intensity we shared moments ago.

He leans down and captures my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. His gray eyes are locked on mine. His touch sends shivers down my spine. This man will ruin me. And I’m going to love every second of it .

Is it possible to be drunk on a feeling? Because if it is, I’m love-drunk.

"Stay with me tonight?" He murmurs his offer against my lips. His voice is a mixture of desire and vulnerability. Strange, I think this might be the first time he has asked me to do anything.

"Of course," I reply. “I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.”

When Nate lies down beside me again, I can feel the steady rhythm of his heart against my back. His strong arms wrap protectively around me, cocooning me. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation, drifting pleasantly.

As the seductive lure of sleep tugs at my body, making my limbs heavy, I become vaguely aware of a sudden vibration. I try to focus on it for a second and then realize it is coming from Nate's phone on the bedside table. He stirs behind me, disentangling himself from our embrace. He grabs the device and the screen flashes on.

Even half asleep, I catch the low, frustrated curse that slips from his lips. I crack an eye, watching him read a message on the screen.

“Fuck,” he utters. He glances at me, his features pulling into a look of worry. “Kitten, I have to go.”

“Now?” I ask. “It’s so late.”

Nate shoves a hand through his hair. “It’s an emergency.”

"Is everything okay?" I mumble sleepily, fighting to keep my eyes open. I’m not entirely sure what’s happening.

"Nothing you need to worry about." His tone is dismissive, but I can sense the tension in him as he hastily dresses. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Try to get some sleep."

"Promise you’ll be back soon?" I force my eyes open just long enough to catch a glimpse of his conflicted gaze.

"Promise," he confirms. He leans down for a searing kiss before striding out the door.

As I lay there, drifting back to sleep, Nate's absence leaves me with a hollow feeling in the center of my being.