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Emily Monroe
I stirred in Stiles’s arms, loving how he warmed up my body with his large body. I wanted to lie here forever.
Stiles chuckled lowly.
“You good?” He asked teasingly, trailing a finger down my back, reminding me that we were naked underneath the covers.
I didn’t know what the time was or if another day had greeted us because when I returned from the bathroom, Stiles took me back into his arms and we made love again and again and again and again and perhaps four more times before we collapsed on the bed, drifting to sleep.
Or at least I had slept.
“Stop thinking, just feel,” Stiles whispered in my ears, making me shiver.
I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost as his hands trailed imaginary lines from my spine to my laps and then up again before moving to my c**t.
