Rose loved the feeling of waking up in his arms, the smell of him surrounding her as she nuzzled into his chest. His kiss the night before a wonderful memory as he stirred, his hand stoking her hair. She looked up and met his eyes and could see that they were dark, just as they had been last night.
She sat up and slid herself on his lap, her knees on either side of his hip. Her sense of danger she had cultivated as a slave sent warning bells that this was unsafe, and logic would agree as she felt how large and hard he was through both their pants, but her body ignored it and focused on him. He immediately sat up, his hands clutching her waist, her own arms went around his neck, fingers running through his hair.
For a few brief seconds, they simply stared at each other. She wanted to tas
