ATHOS
It had been a few minutes since Ryleea had fallen asleep in my arms, her breathing was becoming slow and long, her beautiful body, completely relaxed, molded to mine.
Reluctant to pull away, I got up, being careful not to wake her, gathered her in my arms and carried her up the stairs and upstairs. I went into her room and carefully laid her on the bed.
I was supposed to turn around and leave the room, but I just could not move. I stood there, watching her with barely a breath.
Despite the fact that Rylee is almost a child, no other woman has ever appeared to me as feminine, beautiful, and attractive as she does. Her thick dark hair spilled over the white pillowcase as it framed her doll face; her closed eyes revealed long, dark lashes. Although she was completely relaxed, her fa
