ILIANA'S POV
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The room is lit up with the early Saturday morning sun, and the cool air nips at my skin, sending shivers all over, goosebumps erupting and a strong arm curls around me, tugging me closer into his warmth. Drystan. I arch my back into him, and then still as I feel his morning hood press into my ass. He's hard. I stop moving as his hand slides up, cupping my breast and the friction of it has a whimper falling from my lips. Shut up, Iliana. My lips press into a thin line, and my stomach knots.
I gently brush my hand over his, locking my fingers around his wrist and scoot away, my bladder stinging. "Stay," his deep voice startles me, his arm wrapping around me tighter. Sighing, I gulp down the lump in my throat, "I'll be right back, just going to the bathroom," I whisper, a
