Yelena groaned, a smile on her lips, she felt so comfortable even though she lay on the grasses, there were several times she fell asleep on them without getting to her manor, and those times were the best, the night air gets to grace her skin and the soft sounds of the creatures of the night were like a lullaby, the sounds of it made her sleep even better and the grasses were soft like a mattress. The best!
She groaned once again, attempting to turn but she felt locked in a particular position, someone was spooning her, strong arms locked around her waist and she could feel EVERYTHING from behind. She gasped, flashing her eyes open, memories of what happened last night flushed her head and she knew exactly who was spooning her. Magnus Darkmore the vampire god. She gulped.