Morgan's PoV
I let my hands, large and calloused from the harsh mountain life, explore her curves with reverence as she mewls desperately, bucking her hips against where I am now pressed up against her.
I want to worship every inch of her, and I intend to take my time doing so. My female deserves the world, because even though I had lost it, she gave it back to me without hesitation.
"Morgan, please," she whispers, her hazel eyes clouded with need.
Her vulnerability strikes a chord deep inside me, igniting a primal urge to bring her to the brink and watch her unravel.
My mouth descends upon hers once more, a fervent kiss that stokes the fire between us and I feel her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to kiss her deeper. The taste of mulled wine lingers on her lips, sweet and intoxicating, enhancing the heady sensation that envelops us.