~Niklaus's POV~
"Oh fuuuuuck," she moans, her voice breaking as she swirls her hips, climaxing hard. The sight of her losing control like that—because of me—sparks a deep, primal pride in my chest.
Yeah, that's right. I'm the only one who can send her over the edge like that. Hell, I deserve an Oscar for this performance.
I lift my head with a lazy grin, licking the wetness from my lips, savoring the taste of her. She catches the motion and quickly looks away, cheeks tinged pink.
Cute.
"How was that?" I ask, my tone cocky but low.
She glances back at me, still catching her breath. "You're, uh… you're really good."
I smirk. "Of course I am."
Without warning, I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her still dripping and sensitive. She gasps, her hips jerking at the sudden contact.
"Oh—mhmm."
"You like that?" I whisper, my fingers moving in slow, delicious circles.
