That morning, the first thing Cecilia registered was the cool air on her bare skin, raising goosebumps. The space beside her in the bed was empty, the sheets holding only a fading warmth.
Oathran…
Cecilia's whole arms flew up her face, covering her entire head. "Uuuhhh…"
She sat up, the soft linen pooling at her waist, and the memories flooded back. A hot blush swept from her chest to the tips of her ears.
The weight of him, the searing heat of his mouth, the way his voice, dark and rough, had wrapped around her name.
But one memory eclipsed all others. The sight of him slipping his fingers past his lips, coating them wet of his saliva, before plunging it deep inside her most intimate core. The feeling of him marking her there, planting his scent inside her with a claiming pressure… it had shattered her for a fifth time.
Her release…
It was too much. Too intense. Too… everything.
"Oh, God…"
Ah—
So… hot.
What he did was just—too sexy—
