Chapter 64

Had this been any normal day, I might have taken the time to really study him in slumber, admiring the ridges and contours of his muscular chest, the succulent roundness of his nipples, the dusting of fur that swirled over his breastbone. I might have spent hours observing him, fantasizing about burrowing into that blanket, our hot, bare flesh caressing as I tasted him from torso to toes