Poppy’s POV

I was on fire.

A desperate ache inside of me clenched and unclenched around nothing. Erik’s fingers rubbed circles around my swollen clit, my eyelashes fluttering every time he did. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling and tangling it all over again.

He groaned every time I did and those noises wrecked me.

Oh, Goddess, I wanted him.

I felt his piercing knock against my core over and over, sending foreign but delicious ...