-maybe not enough to warrant the tag, but here's a maturity advisory for the first half of the chapter nonetheless-
Vica's eyes fluttered closed. The hypnotic male musk that filled her nostrils lulled her into a lazy drowse, and Constantine's scent surrounded her as did the solid, physical strength of his muscular arms. A night breeze nipped around them and ruffled the strands of her splayed hair, but the overwhelming heat of his hard body soaked into hers where it lay beneath him. It warmed her from head to toe, and a breathy half-moan of contentment slipped from her lips when he tightened his hold around her.
"Vica. Don't sleep."
She managed only a small hum in response, her mind already far too distant to formulate a coherent response. Even the sound of his low, smooth voice whisperi
