"Aun..t... El.. ze" Brandon shifted in his sleep, murmuring something incoherent against Naevora's skin.
His face pressed even deeper into her breasts, nuzzling instinctively as if they were the only pillow in the world he could accept.
The thin straps of Naevora's black tank top slid slightly down her shoulder from the movement and the fabric lowered to reveal even more of her deep cleavage.
Naevora opened her eyes slowly and looked down at his cheek brushing against the soft swell of her chest as he nestled closer.
Her hand twitched at her side, torn between pushing him away and letting him be.
Then his grip on her ass tightened and his fingers curled against her cheek through the thin shorts she wore, kneading lightly.
A sharp hiss escaped her lips "Brandon…" she whispered lowly in a dangerous voice.
His brows smoothed, and his breathing evened as he snuggled closer, pressing her against him like he couldn't stand the thought of her slipping away.
