Chapter 22 : The Courtyard

Erik’s POV

Poppy looked breathtaking when she climaxed.

Beautifully flushed and breathy. A broken scream on her lips that I stifled with my hand. The taste of her on my lips was decadent and glorious. It took everything in me not to lean down and lick my way into her core, tasting if her orgasm was as sweet as her arousal.

She tasted like the moment the sun crested over the hills after the longest night of winter. We rejoiced knowing spring was coming. We had survived another year of bitter cold and scarce food.

Poppy was springtime. Bright and lovely. I could get lost in her warmth. In the scent of blooming flowers and warm rain.

But I wanted to watch her.

Knowing it was me who did this to her. Broke her apart so sweetly.

I leaned back from tasting her, thrusting my fingers into her core, noisy and slippery from her wetness. I curled them slightly, stroking the bundle of nerves so frequently forgotten about, propelling her higher as she came apart.