A broken, barely-there sound escaped Ella's lips—a whimper so raw it didn't even sound like her. Her whole body tensed in protest when Nicholas pulled his mouth away, leaving her strung out and aching, the heat between her legs so intense she instinctively snapped her thighs shut, rolling her hips in a desperate attempt to ease the pressure.
"Nicholas, what the—" she started to plead, her voice weak and trembling, but the words were lost as he took hold of her ankles, spreading her open again with deliberate, commanding hands. He knelt in front of her, the head of his cock sliding slowly through her slick folds, teasing her, tormenting her.
"Just had to get you ready for me," he murmured, voice low and ragged, rough with arousal. "Needed you close, baby... so I could try to fuck you unconscious."
Ella's brain short-circuited. She wasn't even sure how to process what he'd said.
