The gentle tracing of someone's fingers against my arms and shoulders was what woke me up; my eyes wandered around the fancy curtain, confused for a moment. The more I regained my senses, the more I became aware of the blue sheets that covered me, stopping above my breast and feeling light and delicate against my skin.
I kept my focus on the curtain until I felt fingers moving up to my neck and back in a teasing manner, causing me to arch my body as I groaned out in protest.
A gentle kiss was placed on my back, moving up to my shoulder blade, reminding me of my nakedness. I moved my body, trying to pull the duvet up even more, when a low groan filled my ear and a hand wrapped around my waist, holding me in place.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ayárun, you:" A tense shiver ran dow
