Eliana woke to the heat of his mouth on her again. Her cuff rattled faintly against the headboard, but she was too drained to fight, her body already arching, trembling against him. She hated herself for it, hated the way her hand tangled in his hair and pushed him down harder, but hunger and exhaustion twisted together until her body craved what her mind rejected.
Nicky's satisfied moan vibrated through her, his tongue working deeper, faster, until she was gasping his name without meaning to.
When he finally climbed up her body, his pupils wide and black, his mouth slick, he didn't waste a second. He shoved inside her with a groan so raw it scraped her chest.
And he didn't stop.
Not after the first release, not after the second. His rhythm barely faltered, hips driving into her with manic energy, like he was chasing something he could never catch. Sweat slicked his chest, his breaths harsh against her ear, his voice a ragged string of curses and broken endearments.
