Drayce
Drayce leaned back against the cushions lazily, admiring the woman lying in his arms. Her blonde hair was fanned out in a messy halo, a reminder of what the two of them had been doing before they"d taken a break to eat.
"I think you stuck me with your horn," he said, rubbing his shoulder where it still tingled.
Molly sat bolt upright, the blanket that covered her pooled to her waist, baring her breasts. Not that he was complaining. "I did not." She touched her head as if expecting it to be there.
"I"m not sure," he admitted. "It was after I bit you, but there was something. That"s what it felt like."
"Huh. I"m sorry."
"Don"t be," he assured her, taking her hand in his and lifting it to his lips so he could brush a gentle kiss against her knuckles.
A soft blush rose to her che
