“Lyubov’ moya,” his voice was gentle, his fingers brushing my hair back, his thumb running along her cheekbone, I could feel the heat of his gaze roaming my face.
“Hmmm,” I mumbled, burrowing into him.
“Time to wake, Lyubov’ moya,” his mouth trailing over my jaw, up my ear, nibbling, and nipping, and then his mouth moved down my neck.
“Hmmm” I purred I reached up cupping the back of his neck, sliding my fingers up threading through his hair, slowkly letting my nails raking along his scalp.
“You need to get ready, little wolf,” he murmured, his tongue running down my throat. I opened my sleepy eyes slowly. “Hmm, we just went to sleep Nikolai, didn’t we?”
“Da, lyubov’ moya a few hours ago” his finger traced my lips.
“What time is it?” letting my eyes drift shut again.
“Time to get up,
