Alison sang with the vocal track at the top of her lungs to the stereo of Sebastian's favorite girl band, Nature's Promise; the bass and treble both at maximum output causing his temples to throb. She walked (Sebastian would have said she pranced) into the bedroom carrying a basket full of folded laundry, lowering her voice when she saw him flat on his stomach with his muscular arms holding the pillow tightly over his head. She set the basket on the floor and stood at the foot of their bed, marveling at his chiseled body; the muscles of his calves, and thighs beneath the white linen of the top sheet covering him just to the small of his back. She reached out her hand and touched the sheet at his heel with the pads of her fingers, sending a shivering wave of cooling pleasant shock up his body. Her fingers continued up his body, resting at the tightened moons of his bottom; he was expecting a light smack...it's what he would have done. She didn't fail to disappoint as he felt her fingers leave the sheet then felt the flat of her palm of her dainty hand as it came into contact with the sheet draped over his ass.
He grinned.
"Wake up ya bum," she teased.
"It's Saturday," he whined. "Lemmie sleep..."
"Come on, we've got stuff to do."
He rolled over and flipped his pillow under his head, lacing his fingers. "Coffee at least?"
Her gaze moved toward the bedside table as he breathed in deeply.
Sebastian sat up and reached for the still hot mug. He'd taught her a warming spell that she was quick to make avail of. He drank deeply of scalding liquid and swallowed with a pained look. When he was able to speak finally, he looked into her eyes.
"You're getting good at that," he whispered. "Too good."
Her pretty face scrunched up. "Too hot?"
He nodded quickly. "A bit."
"Sorry," she whined and moved to sit beside him reaching out her hands toward his neck. Her freezing fingers cooled his skin instantly and she felt him swallow hard. He reached up and moved her one hand toward his chest, cooling the unusually warmed skin. When he could breathe easier, he took her hand again and lifted the sheet, feeling her fingers cascade down his skin toward his groin.
"Come on," she whispered. "You've got a list of things to do today..."
He leaned over and lay his cheek on her shoulder, taking her earlobe between his lips, grazing it with his teeth. He nodded. "You're at the very top of that list, too," he replied lustfully with a bit of a growl.
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SYNCHRONICITY (The Lone Wolf)
Lãng mạnPrequel to Dream Walker. Captain Waterstone, the Dean of Admissions for the Wizarding Inter Pol program read over young Matus' impressive personal and academic credentials. Realizing this tough young man was one to keep a lookout for, it was the wor...
