When he finally lifted his head she was a ruin.
Hair entirely lost, spread blond and tangled across the pillow. Chest heaving. Skin flushed deep and total. Face wet at the temples, lips parted, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling like she was reading something written there that only she could see.
Nathan looked up at her from between her thighs.
That expression on his face — attentive, unhurried, thoroughly satisfied with the state of things — lasted approximately two seconds before his eyes dropped back down to her and something shifted in them. Something that looked like appetite.
He lowered his head and licked her again.
"Haahn❤️...no—!"
