Chapter 49: Nicholas

Nicholas p.o.v.

I kissed and bit her bare shoulder, and she moaned, I hauled and thrust between her legs, and she whimpered, I glide my tongue and sucked her cold erect nipple$ and she squirmed and cried and pulled me closer...her nails digging into my clothed back, making the wounds of my whip bleed, her flesh clapping against my hard pulsing dick, right above her wet hole, divided by just the thin cloth of my slack. Our sweat and breath blended together, and the loud sound of bed hitting against the wall echoed in the dark empty room.

It was like a ritual, a sacred sinful ritual...and Xenia was my god, a god I was ravishing every fucking night.