Close. Aurora’s words were that close to the ones Cirrus wanted to hear from her mouth.
He was balancing his weight as he hovered on top her. His knees pressed firmly on the mattress, and his left hand, supporting his upper body. He cupped her chin with the other and lightly fingered her moist lips when she opened them. It was a sign of welcome for him and he was most eager to seal it.
The sight of her lying under him was immaculate in its entirety. Her hair — in sexy disarray. Her face — a flushed red. Her slender legs — closed together jailed by his own. Her T-shirt was oversized and failed to hug the curves, but it made him want to sculpt her out of it all the more.
She was all too vulnerable under his ministrations. Too vulnerable.
Yes. He maybe a demon, but it wasn’t like him to take advantage of a woman’s vulnerability. However, this was not just any woman. It was Aurora. The only woman - although human - who made him feel better than a celestial being. Who made his heart race. Who made his two worlds turn upside down.