Summer
I woke up draped all over my husband. My one leg was around his waist while other was trapped between his. My face was pressed to his bare chest. My one hand was curled around him while the other was near his face as if in sleep I was trying to caress him. It was the first time that I had woken up before him, so I took my time peering at him.
He looked peaceful while sleeping, not like a wild wolf that I associate him with. But nonetheless, looking at him, no one would doubt the power he holds. It was like something ingrained deep inside him. The need to conquer. His dark lashes cast a shadow on his stubbled cheeks. His lips looked soft and inviting. My eyes trailed down, and a smile tilted up my lips when I saw the crescent shaped mark near his collarbone where I had bit him. Ma
