Ember
Soft fingers running along my skin wake me from my slumber. The pleasurable tingles tell me that this touch belongs to the man who f****d me all yesterday until my body gave out from pleasure.
To think I would be rejected only to find a new mate right away.
“Good morning,” his deep voice rumbles from behind me, rich and low like it was crafted just to be whispered against bare skin. His lips brush my shoulder—warm, lingering, reverent—and I blush, the tenderness catching me off guard. I'm not used to this kind of softness, not after everything.
Carefully, almost shyly, I turn to face the man behind me, heart fluttering like it doesn’t quite know what to do with all this quiet sweetness.
“Good morning,” I mumble softly, and he smiles at me.
“We didn’t get to do much talking las
