Chapter One hundred and Seventeen

Nicholas's POV:

I had to touch her.

"Come here," I mumbled hoarsely, my cock straining painfully against the fly of my jeans.

Staring at me with her huge dark eyes, she approached cautiously, uncertainly, as though I might attack her at any time.

I sucked in another deep breath to prevent myself from doing exactly that. Instead, when she reached me, I leaned forward and firmly gripped her waist, drawing her toward me so that she was standing between my legs. Her skin was cool and smooth to the touch, her rib cage so narrow that I could almost encircle her waist with my hands. It would be so easy to damage her, to break her. Her vulnerability turned me on almost as much as her beauty.