Hazel’s POV
“Nicholas, please, don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice breaking on his name.
His mouth closed over my n****e, hot and wet, sucking hard enough to make my back arch off the bed. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight between my legs. He swirled his tongue around the tight peak, teasing, then bit down just enough to sting before soothing it with slow, lazy licks. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, needing more.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same rough attention while his hand slid lower. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling just right, stroking that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. His thumb found my c**t at the same time, rubbing slow, firm circles that had my hips bucking against his hand.
“All wet for me,” he murm
