The following day, Emily woke up to the feeling of Theodore nuzzling her neck lovingly.
“What are you doing?” She asked, flustered more than she should be, all things considered.
“I’m inhaling your scent,” he said before placing a butterfly kiss on her neck.
She blushed at both his words and the gesture. “Do I stink?”
“No, you smell heavenly,” he told her softly.
She let out an “Oh,” in acknowledgment.
“I need to get out of bed before my control snaps and I r****h you, right here, right now,” he groaned. His words held a dark promise, a promise of wild debauchery.
Emily would be lying if she said that his words didn’t awaken her inner slut. She had gone from sleepy and in a dazed state to awake and throbbing for him in a matter of seconds.
And within seconds, he was on his
