7
Dawn’s early light had just begun to kiss the horizon when Lysithea’s eyes fluttered open. Nestled within a cocoon of warm blankets, she stretched languidly within the narrow confines of the bed. Her skin brushed intimately against Terran’s, their nude bodies a testament to the night’s indulgences.
“Are you awake?”
His breath danced along the nape of her neck, his lips wasting no time tracing provocative patterns across her exposed skin. As Lysithea squirmed at the ticklish caress, his hand swept across her bare waist, pulling her against him and thwarting any attempt at escape.
“Are you at it again already?”
