Chapter 42 The Village At The Edge

• They were still breathless when the world came knocking.
• Espen lay against Mikko’s chest, her fingers lazily drawing patterns over his skin while his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The air in the chambers was warm and thick with the scent of them, of sweat and desire and sleep.
• Mikko pressed a kiss to her hair, dragging a lazy hand down her spine. "Stay here," he murmured. "Let me keep you in this bed all day, kitten. I'll make sure you can't walk straight for a week."