Olivia
Wyatts body was wrapped around mine when I finally woke up. Sunlight streaming through a c***k in the curtains.
I had obviously slept the whole night away. And he hadnt moved a muscle. He had held me all night , never letting me go just like he had promised.
“Good morning Mate.”
I smiled into his smooth chest. I liked the way he said Mate. I liked it a lot.
”Good morning.” I mumbled back, my lips already moving against his skin as his scent engulfed me.
I wanted him.
That deep familiar gnawing throb between my legs. Which I always got around him seemed to have doubled.
His nostrils flared. And I knew he could smell my arousal. Just like I could feel him twitch to life against my hip.
Would there come a time when I didn’t crave him? I didn’t think so.
Wyatt was my lif
