Steele's POV
Only needing sleep to heal, it was no wonder I was an insomniac with her in my arms. Sharing even a second of her embrace and every wound I’d ever acquired was suddenly non-existent in her presence. Even more so since I bit into her. The laceration healing quickly as expected, but still deep enough to leave guilt weighing down the bliss found in her arms. But somewhere between the wish to recant that savoring and the adjustment she made for comfort that pushed her curved rear into me, I found only one focus in that of her saccharine skin and its siren’s call to me.
I nestled my nose into her neck directly over that bite with my fingers pulling away her hair for the best angle. The selfish need to comfort her for myself pulled my lips into a gentle pucker until pressing agai
