C85 Oblivion

The next morning, Mira had woken up to notice that he slid lower on the mattress, surveying her intently, his cheekbones harshly accentuated. ‘No. I can't get enough of you. Come here.’ He reached out with a determined hand and brought her close, not giving her time to respond to what was more of a command than a request. ‘I want you,’ he admitted roughly