"Nicholas...." Lilith's voice broke.
He kissed her again. Swallowing her words. His hands moving over her body with the kind of familiarity that came from knowing every inch of her.
His mouth moved lower. Over her breasts. Down her stomach. Between her thighs.
And then his tongue was on her. Hot. Deliberate. Moving in patterns that made Lilith cry out and arch off the ground.
"God," Lilith gasped. "Nicholas...."
He didn't stop. Just kept working her with his mouth. Building pleasure. Drawing sounds from her throat that were half sobs, half moans.
His fingers joined his tongue. Sliding inside her. Curling. Finding that spot that made stars explode behind her eyes.
Lilith's hands fisted in the grass. Her hips bucking against his mouth. Chasing sensation.
"Come for me," Nicholas murmured against her. "Let go, Lilith. I've got you."
The combination of his tongue and fingers shattered her.
