(Morrigan’s P.O.V)
After Rian’s sponge bath, he helped me get into pajamas and settled back into bed before he finished cleaning up the stuff from my sponge bath. I was exhausted, from the fight and from using so much magic, I just wanted to go to bed. Rian came back and crawled into bed with me after changing into gray sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and if I wasn’t injured, I would ride him like a rodeo queen.
“I know what you are thinking mo grá, silence those thoughts before you get bent over the bed and s*****d. Just because your shoulder is injured, doesn’t mean I can’t s***k that a*s red.” He growled; his nostrils flared as he smelled my arousal.
“Sorry love can’t help it when you wear those gray sweatpants. They’re a f*****g aphrodisiac to me.” I giggle
