Amber’s POV:
My senses start to slowly, slowly wake up as the morning air tries to convince me to awaken.
Birds chirp as they flutter their wings in the pine needle trees.
The wind whistles around the tower of the castle.
The smell of fresh dirt and earth. My mate.
The feeling of something wet gliding between my legs.
I curl my toes and then open my eyes to see Dean looking up at me with playful, hazel eyes. I push up against his stubble and he snakes his way up my body before crushing me into a kiss. Our tongues dance together, mixing together our scents as we smile and laugh.
“Mmm, I could get used to this sort of wake-up!” I chime and Dean laughs before pushing his mouth down onto one of my peaks. I twist and turn as the pleasure starts to build up. He loves doing this to m
