Warning: 18+ content ahead. You have been warned. Don't say that the author is ruining the story with these scenes, they are necessary. Please and thank you.
If not for the fact that Nicolai couldn't bury her inside his body, he might have just fucking done that. Let her live and die for him, with him.
She tasted chocolate milk, coffee, a tangy spice and thrilling lust that matched his own.
Nicolai picked her up in his arms when he did not feel her pushing him away. Just like the last time, there was a bunch of licking and nipping— her fingers pulled at the strands of his hair, she undid his bun letting his hair fall onto his shoulder and the lower curve of his neck.
However, Nicolai did not stop her. He enjoyed the sight of her admiring him when his hair framed his face.
He knew that as much as she tried to look scandalous at his long hair, she fucking loved it.
