Nathan’s POV

I crawled up between Amelie’s legs. I’ve never thought of a place that would be my nirvana, but Amelie was my sanctuary. My temple. I couldn’t get enough of her. The more I had her, the more I wanted her. Every inch of her body made me feral with an overwhelming sense of need.

“Fuck, Amelie,” I said, for what seems like the millionth time in the past two weeks.

“You like what you see, baby,” Amelie purred. “I went to the spa at the hotel just to make my pussy perfect for you.”

I let out a throaty groan. “Damn, kitten,” I said, as I peppered kisses...