Morgan's PoV
I let my hands, large and calloused from the harsh mountain life, explore her curves with reverence as she mewls desperately, bucking her hips against where I am now pressed up against her.
I want to worship every inch of her, and I intend to take my time doing so. My female deserves the world, because even though I had lost it, she gave it back to me without hesitation.
"Morgan, please," she whispers, her hazel eyes clouded with need.
Her vulnerability strikes a chord deep inside me, igniting a primal urge to bring her to the brink and watch her unravel.
My mouth descends upon hers once more, a fervent kiss that stokes the fire between us and I feel her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to kiss her deeper. The taste of mulled wine linger
