Camila Almada's POV
It has been in the early morning when Nicolas was torturing me with his kisses and caresses that made me awake from my slumber.
"My love, you're awake, finally," he said as he was getting on top of me as he was kissing my neck and jaws. I smirked as he looked at me under the dim light from the moonlight outside.
"Why, have you been waiting for too long?" I teased him as I was smiling at him. He glared at me darkly before he smirked at me.
"Well, I'm not the only one waiting, right?" He arched his eyebrow before he went to kiss me squarely on the mouth as he was pushing into my core. I gasped, not from the friction as I was lack of moisture, no, but I was so ready that his invasion was pure bliss in the morning.
We were in each other's arms for a few hours until the first light of dawn was shining into the room. I was wrapped inside the blanket when Nicolas came from the kitchen as he was bringing two mugs of hot coffee.
