When I woke the next morning, I was sore. It wasn’t bad, though. It was like a reminder of everything I’d enjoyed the night before.
Jaxon had made love to me gently after our bath. It was just as perfect as the first time. He was so caring and considerate. He spoke softly and tenderly, telling me how much he loved me and how amazing he thought I was.
Now, I was curled up in his arms. My head was on his bare chest and I could hear his heart beating as he slept. I breathed in the scent of him. It was musky with a hint of the flowery scent from the bath bomb we used last night.
I had the urge to bite him. I’d never really felt that before, even though I’d threatened it. I licked my lips and found the perfect spot.
Looking up, I saw he was definitely still asleep. Slowly, I licked over
