Out alone in the woods like this, far away from the castle and all the problems, everything was so much more enticing. Particularly…
Orion.
My Orion.
He is completely n a k e d just like the first time I met him, shameless, bare and beyond beautiful.
The Prince of the Werewolves tastes addictively decadent, my tongue catching hints of rich spices and a kick of sweetness. He and his lips have my eyes roll back and my insides burn. All I could hear was my blood surging up, all I could feel was the inferno building up getting ready to combust.
We were in the lake, chest deep as the cool water lapped against our bodies, yet it still felt so hot. The water was surprisingly clear and it allowed us to see everything. From his broad muscular chest, to his sizable arms, to the dip of his abd
