VI
Adrien’s lips were silk against my skin. His lazy kisses down my spine raised gooseflesh with each careful inch taken. The bruises and bite-marks on my shoulders and hips were just blossoming from the previous evening’s pleasures. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth despite the sting of my new marks. I stretched my bare legs, enjoying the sensation of the satin sheets caressing them. The sun hadn’t yet shown its face through the grand windows of my bedroom, but Adrien’s desire still ran hot.
“Well good morning to you, too.” I tried to laugh but my breath caught in my throat.
“Josselyn,” My name coming from him was like a song. After only three months it brought a familiar heat to my blood. “Must you go?”
I sighed and turned to face him. His eyes were still closed as the tips o
