"Nikolas…" all she could do was whimper his name.
The sound made his breathing hard.
"You're going to be the death of me," he said, brushing her hair out of her face. Viviana was still laid trying to catch her breath.
Was such a kind of pleasure even possible? Her head was ringing, high on the bliss.
Nikolas grabbed her shoulder gently and pulled her body up to gum her back against his frame. He rubbed around her neck, her lips and tilted her head around to take her mouth.
Viviana's hands curled on the table. Her vision felt blurry. She could barely make up a thought. Her body had gone weak and she knew she wasn't going to last. She was about to—
"Huh." Nikolas blinked rapidly. "Viviana?"
She wasn't responding. Her body had gone frail in his arms and her eyes were tightly shut.
Don't tell me…
Viviana had passed out completely, unconscious.
You've got to be kidding me. Nikolas's lips curled as he broke out chuckling, amused. Well, that's unexpected.
