Waking up, wrapped up in her, his nose buried in her hair, inhaling its sweet lavender fragrance, felt like the most natural thing in the world. Spooning her, his hand resting between her breasts, his leg draped possessively over her thigh with her back against his chest, she fitted perfectly, as if she was made for him. Just like how her body responded to his touch, his kiss, and how his reacted to her.
Letting his beast take over had dissolved all his inhibitions, and last night, he couldn’t seem to stop, nor did he want to. Stopping meant he would start to think, and thinking meant he would realize what line he had crossed. To keep those harrowing thoughts away, he had to always be touching her, always kissing her, pleasing her. And when his body ached, she funneled his release time an
