SIGRUN
I slowly stirred awake, deliciously aware of being comfortably snug in a warm, solid cocoon.
My eyes were still shut, my mind caught in that hazy, heavy twilight between deep sleep and waking life. The world outside didn't exist yet. There was only the thick scent of cedar, winter air, and the underlying spice of a dominant male that I had spent the last month trying to convince myself I didn’t crave.
Before I could even fully register the weight of the massive body pressed against my back, a wave of sensory overload hit me.
My eyelids remained closed, but my breath instantly hitched. A slow, rhythmic friction was happening against my core. Long, calloused fingers were moving over my brèasts, thumbing the sensitive peaks of my nípples until they hardened into tight buds. At the
