“Fenris,” I whispered, watching his face.
He hummed some affirmative as he reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pushing it up. He didn’t pull it all the way off, instead pausing as he revealed my breasts. After a moment, he leaned in, kissing the space between them like it was a direct connection to my heart. I shivered, momentarily forgetting what I was doing until I brushed my knuckles against his bare hipbone. He gave a shiver in return, pressing his eager length against my thigh, only two thin layers of fabric between them.
Somehow, I laughed, unable to stop myself from beaming at him. Even now, he warmed me from the inside out.
“I love you, my Celeste,” he murmured as I laid back against the cot, releasing my hold on the hem of his pants. He rearranged himself, sliding one arm beneat
