Third Person POV
“God, Daisy,” Nicholas murmured against her lips, his warm breath fanning against her skin. “You feel so good.”
Daisy could only moan a response, her ability to make coherent sentences long gone. Her body raged with unexplainable desire, and she desperately needed them. Sensations she had never felt before erupted inside of her, and she was pretty sure she’d have no problem falling on her knees and begging that he continue whatever he was doing to her body.
His tongue found its way into her mouth, claiming her in every way possible until she was breathless, but ironically still eager for more. God, he was a pro-, she wondered, and silently hoped he wasn’t disappointed with her kissing skills. But how wrong she was; Nicholas was far too star-struck and in awe that he had
