Havoc
“Baby.” I kissed her shoulder, trailing small kisses down her bare back as she slept on her stomach. Her cheek rested on her crossed arms. The sun was shining through a c***k in the curtains, bathing her in a warm golden light. She looked like an angel. If, of course, angels had sinful curves and sharp tongues. “Are you awake?”
We had run away from Fang like naughty school kids to find clothes and go back to the party. We had managed to get to the room I usually used if I stayed at the Clubhouse, but that was as far as we had got. I had f****d her against the door as soon as it had shut behind us. Lifting her so her legs had no choice but to wrap around my waist.
And then we had fallen onto the bed, and I had f****d her again.
It was only then that I had let her catch her breath.
