Chapter 91

• Annabelle could feel her body quickening at the same time Nicholas stiffened to iron inside her. “Nicholas,” she warned, her body tensing around him.
• “Yes, baby, yes,” he shouted at the same time she was unable to deny herself another single second. Her thighs turned to steel as she crashed over the edge, lost in the oblivion of the explosion within her. The intense contraction of her channel grabbed hold of Nicholas and dragged him over with her. A litany of pleasure-induced words fell from his lips, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder as his body shuddered with his release.
• They stayed like this, connected as one and locked around each other momentarily, until they slowly slid down the wall to the floor. They sat entwined, her face nuzzled against his throat, and his arms encircling her.