I awoke to the feeling of being suffocated. I opened my eyes and saw Nìkolai’s muscular chest in my face. The black ink that covered his flesh was much more recognizable up close. I took the time to run my fingers along his ink, inspecting all of the details of his art.
My eyes traveled up to his attractive face, taking it all in. His stubble beard had grown a tad longer, filling in all the smooth skin that covered his chiseled jaw. His once slicked back hair was now a disheveled mess and looked so sexy as it laid around on his satin pillow.
His strong arms were wrapped around my naked body. He had a possessive grip as he slept so soundly. His soft snores brought a smile to my lips. He looked so peaceful as he slept and I could tell he had been missing sleep for some time. I was happy
