DEMETRIA

“Mmm…” I moaned softly in my sleep, warmth pooling low in my belly. My lashes fluttered open just enough to see Marion, his mouth at the inside of my thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A sharp breath escaped me.

The room was dark, the faint glow of the city slipping through the curtains. It wasn’t morning yet. Too early, or maybe too late for this kind of hunger, but with Marion, time didn’t matter.

His hands slid beneath the waistband of my silk pajama shorts, ...