L E I L A N I
Fenrir picked me up like a bride, and I squealed not expecting the sudden move. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind us, and laid me down on the bed.
He hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire.
"I've been waiting for this all night," he said, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw.
"Me too," I admitted.
He leaned down and kissed me, a slow and deep kiss that made my toes curl.
His hands roamed over my body, caressing me, exploring me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck.
"You smell so good," he murmured against my skin. "I've missed this."
He undid the zipper of my dress, and I helped him pull it off.
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