Filled

Alessia stirred from her sleepy haze, the residual warmth of the dream still lingering on her skin. The memory of Nicolai's possessive kiss and the low rumble of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. But as her eyes fluttered open, the reality of the situation hit her. The moonlit bedroom was unfamiliar, the scent of masculine cologne strong in the air.

Then, the softest of touches brushed against her core, and she felt the wet warmth of a tongue tease her most intimate place. Nicolai. She was in Nicolai's bed. The realization hit her like a wave of pure desire, and her eyes snapped wide open.

The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains allowing only a sliver of moonlight to peek through. She could just make out Nicolai's broad shoulders and the determined set of his jaw as he knelt between her thighs. His eyes were focused intently on the task at hand, and a strand of dark hair fell across his forehead as he leaned in closer.

The sensation of his tongue lapping slowly at her core wa