Morana's Point Of View
My body was still humming from the devastating orgasm he'd ripped from me with just his mouth and fingers. I barely had the strength to protest when Nikolai scooped me into his arms again, strong, relentless, commanding.
"Nikolai," I muttered, weakly pushing against his chest, "Put me down. I can walk."
He chuckled, that low, infuriating sound that somehow made my toes curl.
"Since you've already eaten," he said smoothly, carrying me through the open space of the penthouse, "let's have some dessert."
I lifted my head from his chest just in time to see him stop at the massive dining table, sleek black wood, bathed in the soft golden lighting from the chandelier above.
I tried to slip out of his arms, but he clucked his tongue and pinned me back against him easily.
"Where do you think you're going, little vixen?" he murmured against my ear.
