The Stranger I Married-Chapter 70: Taste of her

A/N please re read yesterday’s Chapter before continuing. Made some few changes.

Ella’s stomach twisted at the command, breath caught somewhere between hesitation and reckless want. But she obeyed, her hands trembling as she reached behind her back, unclasped the bralette, and let it fall, the lace whispering down her arms before fluttering to the floor.

Nicholas inhaled sharply, his eyes fixed on her bare skin like a man starving. "Jesus," he muttered, low and reverent, his hand reaching up to cup the soft curve of her breast. His thumb swept over the peak, teasing in lazy circles that sent jolts of sensation straight through her core. She arched toward his touch, a soft sound catching in her throat as pleasure sparked low in her belly.

His lips replaced his thumb, hot and seeking, closing over her nipple and sucking gently—just enough pressure to make her gasp. He teased with his teeth, a playful graze that sent her hips shifting helplessly against him.

It was too much and not enough at the same time.

This wasn’t like anything she’d ever known. With Ryan, it was always mechanical—an obligation, a performance she learned to endure. With Nicholas, though... it felt like something sacred. Something meant only for her, every touch, every look, like she was a gift he’d been waiting his whole life to unwrap.

"Breathe," he whispered against her skin, trailing kisses lower. His hands found her waist now, and with agonizing slowness, he began to ease her leggings down over her hips. He kissed each new inch of exposed skin, the rasp of his stubble sending electric little shocks through her.

Ella lifted her feet one at a time, stepping out of the leggings, feeling as if she were shedding more than just clothes—she was shedding old versions of herself, the girl who didn’t know what real pleasure felt like.

Now she stood before him in nothing but her panties, breath shallow, heart racing.

Nicholas didn’t rush. He guided her backward until her calves met the edge of the bed, easing her down with the kind of gentleness that made her throat tighten unexpectedly. His palms slid up the insides of her thighs, fingertips gliding over the soft, sensitive skin, setting her nerves alight.

But it was his eyes that undid her—the way he looked at her like she was something rare, something precious. Like he couldn’t believe she was real.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Ella’s breath hitched, heat flaring low in her belly. Nicholas knelt before her like she was royalty, his hands steady as they slid further up her thighs, parting them slightly.

"May I?" His voice was husky, thick with desire, but still waiting for her permission. That made her stomach twist—pleasure, yes, but also something deeper. Respect. Care.

Ella could only nod, unable to form a single coherent word, her throat too tight with anticipation.

Nicholas’s lips curved in the faintest smile, then he dipped his head, brushing a featherlight kiss against the inside of her knee. Then another, higher this time, his scruff rasping lightly against her sensitive skin. She shivered.

"Nicholas..." she whispered, part plea, part warning. She wasn’t sure how much more of the teasing she could take.

But he wasn’t in any rush. His lips trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the insides of her thighs, every press of his mouth making the tension coil tighter inside her, hotter, sharper.

When he finally kissed her through the silk of her panties, her hips jerked, a breathy sound breaking from her lips as unfamiliar, molten pleasure swept through her.

"Already trembling," he murmured darkly. "Tell me—has anyone ever done this to you before?"

Heat flushed her cheeks, shame and desire tangling inside her. "No," she breathed. "It’s always been about them. Never... this."

The expression that crossed his face then was pure fury—not at her, but at every careless touch she’d ever endured. "That ends now."

Slowly, reverently, he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. When she was bare before him, he spread her thighs wider and kissed the soft crease where thigh met pelvis. Her entire body shuddered at the touch.

And then his mouth was on her.

Hot, slick, perfect.

His tongue traced her softly at first, testing, tasting, and when he found that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her core, he circled it slowly, deliberately. Ella’s back arched off the bed, a raw cry breaking from her throat.

"Nicholas—oh—"

He groaned against her, the vibration making her toes curl. "Fuck... you taste better than I imagined."

Imagined. She couldn’t help the wild thrill that burst in her chest at that word. He’d wanted this—her. Thought about her.

Nicholas’s tongue worked in expert strokes, unhurried, confident. He mapped every sensitive spot with devastating precision, coaxing gasps and broken sounds from her lips until she was trembling in his hold. When he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, Ella swore she saw stars behind her eyes.

"Let go for me," he whispered, voice rough and commanding. "I want you to come on my tongue."

Her whole body tensed, hips lifting toward his mouth in instinctive desperation. "I—I can’t—"

"You can." His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking gently as his fingers moved inside her with practiced skill. "Let me make you feel good."

That was all it took.

Ella shattered with a cry, pleasure tearing through her like wildfire, her entire body locking up before breaking apart into bliss. Nicholas didn’t stop, coaxing her through every last ripple of sensation until she sagged boneless against the sheets, her chest rising and falling in shallow, dazed breaths.

When her eyes fluttered open, he was watching her.

Not smug, not arrogant—just... hungry. And something tender, too, something warm and devastatingly gentle hidden beneath all that heat.

"That," Nicholas said softly, brushing his thumb over her trembling thigh, "was just the beginning."

And with the way her body still pulsed with aftershocks, Ella believed him.

She wanted more.

God help her, she wanted everything.