Chapter 41 Ride Me, Kitten

• The sunlight broke through the tall windows of their chambers, spilling golden warmth across the silk sheets. Mikko stirred first, his hand already curled around the soft dip of Espen’s waist. She was still tangled in him from the night before—bare skin to bare skin, breath against breath, her hair a chaotic halo around her flushed face.
• Gods, he didn’t know how he’d slept at all.
• She looked like sin draped across his bed.