Bouquet of Obsession – A Nicola Francesca (Piofiore) x Lili (MC) smut commission; written by RJ Mercy & edited by Oona Tempest.

Bouquet of Obsession

“I don’t remember getting you flowers, cara mia.” Nicola managed to keep the sing-song lilt to his voice despite the dark jealousy that was growing in the pit of his stomach. He eyed the new vase that decorated Lili’s room; the bouquet was lovely and tasteful, which only made it harder to swallow that she had received them as a gift from someone else.

“Mmn, no, Dante apparently thought the room could use them.” Lili replied while taking a step back to admire the composition she had made of the bouquet.

Nicola felt the sting even more keen now that his cousin had been brought into the conversation. How often was Dante visiting Lili’s room that he had thoughts on the décor? What would the two of them have to talk about? Alone. In her bedroom.

He sucked in a breath, trying to shake the thoughts from his head, but the seed of doubt had already started to grow. Quickly, he crossed the room and wrapped Lili up in his arms, holding her back against his chest. To an outsider, it might have looked like any normal embrace, but to Nicola, he was clinging to her like a petulant child unwilling to let her wander from his side, even in his own thoughts.

Subtly, he pulled Lili away from the vase by small, shuffling steps. She leaned into him and followed without resistance, even giving a small noise of contentment with his touch which sounded much too much like approval to him. It was a dangerous noise that threatened to allow the darkness that was inside him to take over.

“I’ll bring you flowers.” He murmured low to her. The words sounded like a sweet promise but underneath there was an unspoken subtext that Nicola didn’t dare to say.

No one but me will bring you flowers.

“I’d like that.” Lili leaned her head against Nicola’s chest.

She was sinking further into the depths of his endless love. She was welcoming that murky shadow that lurked inside him. She was light and beauty, and she was his whole world, and she didn’t pull away when she saw the way his love for her could overwhelm him and consume him.

Nicola’s hand unwound from Lili’s torso. His fingers dragged against the fabric of her dress. They slid along her neck, passing the line of her hair, and like a comforting blanket, his palm covered her eyes. The world went dark, and simultaneously burst to life through her other senses.

She could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady if not a little quick. She could hear his breathing– feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, the way the air passed through his lips and fell onto her skin. Goosebumps began to rise on her. She was enveloped in his scent, and god he smelled good, but there was a floral note that didn’t often accompany him – she could still smell the flowers only a few feet away.

“I’ve been neglecting you, my love.” Nicola’s voice was felt as much as it was heard, and the way he purred the words chased a thrill up Lili’s spine.

I let other men get too close to you.

“No, you’re busy, Nicola. I understand.” Lili smiled to herself as she came up with the excuse to soothe him.

He shifted behind her, pulling away while he tilted her head and opened her neck up to him. His lips were on her skin, bringing a heat that spread through her, quickly making up for the warmth he stole from her comfortable lean on him. His hand on her waist dragged and flexed, bunching up the cloth that separated the two of them into his fist like he might actually tear it off her at any moment.

A low moan drifted from Lili’s lips as Nicola sucked and nipped at her neck. A need began building in the pit of her stomach, and she shifted against him again, wanting every part of him to touch every part of her. She didn’t care what time of day it was, or where they were, when he showered her in his affections, she fell under his spell and allowed him to engulf her entire world.

With Nicola still covering her eyes, he guided Lili to the bed, a location she knew would be in their future once the petting had begun. Whenever he clung to her, this is how it always ended up – the two of them sharing a sordid moment of intimacy. The bed bumped against her thigh and only then did the darkness relent on her vision as Nicola gently and reverently set her on the edge of it.

With cloudy eyes, Lili gazed at Nicola. He was all she could see, and that was the way he wanted it. He wanted her to always keep her eyes on him, to never look at another, and for her to forget about the things other men could give her. He was all she needed. He knew he could be all she needed.

Silence held between them. This was the conversation they had without words where Nicola would wrestle with the darkness that crept up inside him, and Lili would play too willingly into his hand. She never rebuked him, and it made it all the more difficult to keep from dragging her down into the depths with him.

The charged atmosphere reached its peak, unable to contain the tension, the two lovers moved in a flurry of hands, lips, kisses, caresses, and the shifting and shuffling of clothing. Nicola’s fingers first flitted through Lili’s hair, then pulled at her blouse, searching for buttons and ties to remove to expose her skin. Before he even managed to get a breast out, his hands were dipping below her skirt, tucking fingers into the waistband of her panties to promptly remove them.

Lili keened and moaned through every tantalizing touch and teasing placement of Nicola’s mouth, her hands seeking out his golden locks to wind through his hair. Her dress was pulled to her navel, and Nicola dipped between her spread legs. The sound she made was more wanton than she had ever heard herself, and heat inflamed her cheeks at the thought of someone outside hearing her.

Nicola licked and lapped at her clit, sucking it into his mouth before releasing with a smack of lips and toying with it with his tongue. He probed her relentlessly, the way he often ravaged her mouth, his tongue dancing along her folds and making a mess of her sex. His fingers dug into her thighs where he held her hips, refusing to let her squirm or writhe away from him. Her fingers were wrapped through his hair, pulling him closer as she bucked against him.