Chapter One hundred and twenty-five

Talia's POV:

To say that I was experiencing every ounce of pleasure with Nicholas on my wedding night was an understatement. He was careful, gentle, and thoughtful.

I could taste myself on his lip when he kissed me, and that alone excited me once more. It caused my pulse to spike. At the same time, my arms folded around his neck, embracing him, and I felt my breasts pushing against his chest, my nipples like hard little pebbles.

Holy fuck. I wanted to get banged. Now.

My self-control fraying, I continued kissing him as he used his knees to spread open my thighs. Pressing the head of his cock against my opening, he slid his left hand into my hair to cradle the back of my skull. Then he began to push into my body.