VAELORA had her eyes stuck to the book on her thighs, consuming its contents as her hand leisurely made its way into Draekon's full mass of hair.
Almost immediately, she realized herself and pulled away.
"Why?" Came Draekon's sleepy voice.
She sat frozen on her side of the bed, looking down at him. He had laid on his back, his face looking up at the ceilings.
"I'm sorry... didn't realize when I did." She whispered. Draekon doused the urge to groan. These days, he found himself being simply content with just being in her space.
He realized he didn't have to be f*****g her or doing anything erotic, before he could find satisfaction. But then, he knew that was weird.
Weird because he had never felt that way about any woman. He always believed that the only form of emotional connection
