Nickolai
Names. She wants to talk about names. She was moaning a minute ago and now wants to talk about names.
I can't even remember mine right now. I want to know what in God's name was in that coffee because I sure as hell don't believe it was just vanilla and nutmeg. In all my years this is the first time I have ever seen anyone react that way to coffee.
The way her chest rumbled with each moan painted pictures so vivid in my mind that for a moment I forgot where I was as images of limbs tangled together with sweat-slick bodies moving in synchronization with a ferocious need and passion for one another.
