Erik’s POV

Poppy looked breathtaking when she climaxed.

Beautifully flushed and breathy. A broken scream on her lips that I stifled with my hand. The taste of her on my lips was decadent and glorious. It took everything in me not to lean down and lick my way into her core, tasting if her orgasm was as sweet as her arousal.

She tasted like the moment the sun crested over the hills after the longest night of winter. We rejoiced knowing spring was coming. We ...