VALORIA WILDEROSE
Chirping birds and the piercing sting of sunlight stir me up from my deep slumber, and no matter how much I cling to the warmth and comfort I'm engulfed in, consciousness finds me still.
Laying on soft, comfy sheets, splayed out on a large massive bed that smells heavenly of earthy spring — a sultry scent that has too many wild and dramatic memories tied to it, drawing a faint smile from my lips as I snuggle deeper.
I bury my nose into it, giving into this primal urge to bathe myself in it.
It smells just like him and I want to bathe in it a little more.
That singular thought is like a wake-up call that plunges my sanity back into my partially groggy mind, propelling me upwards.
Merely thinking of Azrael has me remembering the insane plan Yara had come up with, convincing me to finally give him what he's been asking for for weeks in an attempt to finally get rid of my supposed sexual frustration.
