Josiah
Once was not enough.
Four times was not enough.
Olivia was curled up beside me, the soft sound of her breathing was like a balm to my restless soul. Her wild hair was tangled, her lips were red and slightly swollen, and there was what I suspected was a whisker burn on her neck.
I reached up and rubbed my rough jaw. I’d have to be more careful next time.
Not that I had come away from the night’s exploits unharmed. I was pretty sure there were some scratch marks on my back and a sore spot on my bicep where Olivia might have bitten me while in the throws of passion. Just a little. I don’t think she broke the skin. I was smiling at the memory.
Olivia was… wow.
I knew she was exhausted, and I should have let her sleep, but I couldn’t help reaching out to stroke the freckle
