Iris's POV
The war outside was over. When the sun was rising, Nico came back. Dust was on his clothes, and he had a shallow cut of blood on the thigh. His huge body was tired, and he looked stressed with the struggle. I didn't say anything. I took him to the master bathroom directly and turned on the taps, and made the deep smooth tub full of warm water.
I assisted him in getting off his rough clothes. When he got naked, I pulled off my own dress and joined him in the water. He leaned back, with his long legs erect, and I sat down between them, my back resting around his chest. His hard c**k was already making a rushed move on my lower back, not minding all the injuries he had sustained in the Mafia fight.
"I need you, Iris," he whispered. His voice was a deep vibration that I had felt
