"More like a magical rainforest filled with flowers," a deep voice behind me corrects.
I gasp and whirl around, meeting the stormy gray eyes of Aamon.
The sound of his voice startles me initially, sounding deeper than usual, but it's probably just my heightened senses.
My eyes roam over his bare chest as he yawns and rubs his eyes. His hair is tousled, as if he's just woken, which brings a sense of warmth to my heart. He got out of bed to look for me. Aamon cares.
Watching his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he stretches, arousal pulses through my veins. I want to feed; I want to use his energy to recharge.
"I was wondering where you went. Feels a bit weird to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up alone," Aamon chuckles. His voice is dangerously seductive, making me want to d
