Kacie

An owl flew by the window and hooted so loud my eyes flew open. My head rested on Viktor’s chest, the ridges of his muscles warm beneath my palm. My leg lay across his thighs and his breathing fanned my face. My eyelids were heavy and my vision was blurry. I leaned into him, my lips brushed against his chest and my tongue darted out; tasting him.

He let out a groan of approval and I felt my body come alive. My hand slowly slid over his abs and I savored every dip and raised skin. I drew ...