Chapter 99

• "Carnal," he finishes for Annabelle, and she can hear a tinge of pride in his tone. He kisses the side of her head, and she shrugs, embarrassed at her lack of experience and unfiltered admission. Sensing her discomfort, Nicholas squeezes her tighter. "There’s no need to be embarrassed. Lots of people like it lots of different ways, sweetheart. There’s a lot more out there to experience than just the missionary position with whispered sweet nothings." He breathes into her ear, and she wonders how even he can turn her on with that statement.
• Her mind flickers back to Nicholas demanding that she tell him that she wants to be fucked our first time together. Of him pushing her to the brink by taking her hard and fast. Of him whispering the explicit things he wants to do to her when they have sex—lifting her up, pressing her against a wall, and grinding them toward release. Of how the knowledge of any and all of these things can cause her to ache with a need so intense that it unnerves her.
• Her cheeks flush at the thoughts, and she is grateful he can’t see her face because he’d know exactly where her mind has wandered. She exhales a shaky sigh, trying to stifle her mortification at the direction of conversation and her own self-revelations.