Chapter 82

Amelia

I wake up to the feeling of callous hands wrapping around my waist once more. Picking Nickolas’s familiar scent in the air my heart immediately calms, knowing it’s him. Rolling over to face him, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

His hand slips beneath the thin fabric of my shirt, cupping my breast and kneading the sensitive flesh until I arch shamelessly into his touch, a breathy moan escaping against his mouth.

“Nickolas,” I whimper, my body coming alive under his skilled fingers.

“For being daddy’s good girl, you get a reward,” he rumbles, his voice rough with desire. He pulls from my lips and tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it aside, his heated gaze raking over my exposed skin like a physical caress. I feel myself clench at the blatant want in his eyes, a fresh flood of arousal dampening my thighs.

“So fucking perfect,” he praises before dipping his head to draw one aching peak into the