Gracie woke the next morning on a warm pillow. She turned to nuzzle her face into it. It moved and a sprinkling of hair tickled her face. Wrinkling her nose, she cracked her eyes open. A large, warm chest was under her. Unable to resist, she slid her hand across the expanse. She let her fingers trace each well defined muscle.
A rumble came from his chest and he suddenly flipped them, pressing her into the mattress. He buried his face in her neck and breathed in her scent.
"Good morning, my Gracie," he breathed. Arax began kissing her neck making her shiver and moan.
"Arax," she moaned. Her hands molded to his back. When he sucked the mating mark, her nails dug into his back and she lost her breath.
His hand slid down her body. When it got to her thigh he lifted it to his waist and roc
