Summary: Even though you were in deep sleep, Charles found you irresistible.
warnings: 18+ smut, somnophilia obvs, fingering, oral, unprotected sex
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The steady rhythm of your breathing fills the room, a gentle sound that lulls Charles into a state of restless anticipation. Moonlight spills through the window, casting a silver glow across the bed where you lie, the comforter having slipped down to reveal more of your body. Your legs are slightly spread as you shifted around in your slumber, the hem of your night slip dress riding up, exposing the delicate fabric of your panties.
He sits beside you, eyes tracing the delicate lines of your face, your slightly parted lips, down to your spread thighs.
He knows he shouldn't, knows that waiting for you to wake up is the right thing to do. But tonight, something inside him stirs more intensely than ever before. The way you lie there, so peaceful and unaware, ignites a desire in him that's impossible to ignore. You've discussed this before, shared your desires and given your consent, but Charles hadn't been tempted until now. It's a trust he's grateful for, an offer he's careful to respect even as his pulse quickens with anticipation.
Charles reaches out, fingertips brushing lightly against your cheek. Your skin is warm, soft, and he lets his hand linger, savouring the undisturbed contact. His breath catches as you shift slightly, your body responding to his touch even in deep sleep. It takes all of his self-control to keep his touch light, refraining from letting the bulge in his boxers make all the decisions.
In the quiet of the room, his mind races with thoughts of you, of how much he loves you, desires you. A smirk plays on his lips as he realizes how utterly vulnerable you are, allowing him to ruin you in any way he chooses.
His hand moves down, tracing the curve of your shoulder, then the length of your arm. He leans in, his breath warm against your neck, inhaling your subtle distinct scent. It's intoxicating, this quiet intimacy. He presses a soft kiss just below your ear, barely more than a whisper against your skin.
Your body reacts, a shiver running through you, and Charles freezes, heart pounding. But you don't wake. Instead, you shift again, turning slightly towards him, lips parting in a sigh. The sound is like music to his ears, and he can't help but smile.
His hand continues its journey, removing the comforter completely before sliding his palm underneath your slip dress, lifting it higher. The warmth of your body against his palm sends a thrill through him.
Unable to resist any longer, Charles leans in, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. After peppering a few kisses, he moves higher, his kisses growing bolder as he reaches the edge of your panties. He can feel the warmth of you, the heat radiating from your core as he spots the wet patch on the flimsy fabric.
