Deacon rolled over to see Angel still sleeping. Her skin looked so soft and smooth that he could not resist the urge to reach out and touch it. Her dark eyelashes, lush and long framed the windows to her soul, while her auburn hair was like the fire deep within her. As he stroked her cheek, Angel slowly raised her sleepy lids and smiled at him. "Good morning my lover." Deacon reached his hand out and stroked Angel's hair. "Good morning, my beautiful Angel. Did you sleep well?"
Angel slid her warm body closer to Deacon, as he rolled to his back, so she could rest her head on his muscular chest. "Mmm, I slept very well. No bad dreams at all," she said as she used her finger to trace designs over his n****e. As Deacon growled as her feather-light touch started to ignite something more primal
