Apphia
Why hasn't he marked me? I wonder. Is he unsure about me? Does he not want me to feel what he does? I'm prepared to ask him, but Ziora stops me.
Nicholas slowly slips out of me and stands beside the bed. I close my eyes, reeling from everything that happened. I feel him hover over me again and kiss my neck, licking and nibbling it. " You're so intoxicating," he mutters. I can feel his d**k hardening again.
His hips thrust gently against my skin. He lifts himself slightly and lowers his d**k into my wet p***y.
" You were made for me, Apphia. Your body was, too," Nicholas thrusts into me. My hands go to the back of his neck, caressing his skin. Our gaze locked on each other as he pushed deeper into me.
" I love you, Nicholas,"
" I love you,"
We keep going. I'm a moaning m
