Marie's POV
The stranger came to me in the dark of night, or morning. I couldn't be sure which. Nor did I care.
He climbed on top of me, his long, thick hair feathering my face as his weight pinned me to the bed. I moaned. Just a little. His breath, hot and heaving, lingered on my skin. Scentless. But delicious all the same.
His large, rugged fingers worked at the front of my nightdress, popping the buttons free with apparent ease.
I squirmed beneath him. My mouth turned dry, and I struggled to swallow. Gentle whimpers peeled apart my lips. I tried to slide my hands to his hips. But they didn't budge.
I smiled up at the shadowy glimmer in his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed me. Soft. Our mouths pressed together with almost no pressure at all. Like something that lurked on that fine l
