AURORA
Breathing was almost considered an excercise. I wondered how earth I was still alive. I wasn't breathing. I haven't been for a while now. The soft glide of Drogo's lips against my skin rendered me breathless. I anticipated every where he was going to touch next. How he was going to touch next. His hands were slow, sensual and the soft feel of his fingers had me leaning into him for more.
At this point, I had forgotten what shame feels like. I don't know what shame is and I am certain that I don't want to even think about it. It's a thought that shouldn't even be considered. I raised my hands in surrender as he lifted my shirt over my head and flung it into a direction that I didn't even bother to look. Why should I bother to look at it when I was more interested in the pleasure hi
