Irabel
Best birthday ever!
The thought drifted lazily through Irabel's mind as her eyes slid open.
Her body hummed pleasantly as she stretched, muscles languid, memories of the last few hours flashing through her mind—Romaldo's hands, his voice... just him.
A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it.
What the—?
Her stretch stalled halfway.
Something warm moved between her legs.
She pressed them together, or tried to, but firm hands kept them firmly apart.
God.
Slowly, cautiously, Irabel lifted her head.
Her gaze dropped down her body.
Heat flooded her face instantly.
Oh my God!
Dark hair. Broad shoulders.
And her mate very much awake between her thighs.
So it hadn't been a dream.
"Good morning, beautiful," Romaldo grinned after giving her most intimate parts a final
