Nina

“Nina?” He repeats.

“I can’t-” Before I can say anything else, Jaxon’s hands are on me, pushing my dress up, his fingers brushing my thighs. My skin ignites at his touch, fire racing through me. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to moan. “Jaxon, wait—”

“Shut up,” he growls, pushing my panties to the side before burying his mouth between my legs.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my back arching as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Jaxon!”

“Tell me you ...