She makes a whimpering noise.
"So beautiful," he breaths, tugging her shirt off her shoulders before lowering her onto the mattress. She lets him tug her pants off too, lifting her hips a little when he pulls her underwear off. "Not even a mark on you," he says.
It's not true. There are plenty of marks on her skin. Nicholas likes to suck bruises on her body... but then again, he had been busy the past few days and she doesn't remember the last time he had sucked love bites on her.
Her thoughts are promptly distracted when his hands trail up her waist, fingers deliberately tapping the ticklish area there.
"Daddy!" she gasps, trying to wriggle away as he tickles her. She throws her head back and laughs, knees pressing against his hard chest to push him off. She might as well have been pu
