Chapter one hundred and twelve

Chapter one hundred and twelve.

Anastasia's POV.

Grabbing Nicholas by the collar of his shirt, I bring him up such that he is halfway in a sitting position, supporting himself with the help of one of his hands, and at the same time, while he is kissing me hard, the other hand helps to cup my face.

The kid between us is hungry, and he served me just the way that I had wanted. I move my bottom, allowing my waist to rotate, grinding against him.

By the time I would break the kiss to breathe in some air, he would have adjusted himself to be more comfortable, and then, having seated himself more comfortably, he would have used both of his hands to cup my face.

"Ana, what do you think you're doing?" Nicholas has questions, and I just shake my head.

Then, frowning, I tilted my head to the side and said, "I... I don't even know." Let's just say that, finally, I kissed the one and only King of all Vampires' Kings—and you kissed me right back. Plus, we are both adults, so...

"Can you even