Auren POV
It felt so goddamn good. And even though I knew I should’ve stopped myself right then, I didn’t want to. Hell, I couldn’t. Lorien was the one steering this moment; I was nothing more than her willing plaything.
“Lorien?” I groaned, my voice rough with the effort it took to keep control. I hoped she was awake that she knew exactly what she was doing but all she gave me was a soft, breathy moan.
Her hips moved against me, slow and steady, rubbing in a way that teased every last shred of restraint I had left.
“Wake up, Lorien,” I muttered against her shoulder, letting my teeth graze her warm skin. The thin strap of her tank top had slipped aside just enough for me to see the small constellation of freckles scattered across her shoulder. It was unfair how even something so simple
