Chapter 71 Avery

• AVERY
• “Darling,” the soft whisper tickles my skin, morning light filters through the curtains. The silk sheets tickle my flesh, Drake’s fingers caresses my hips and thighs, gently waking me from the darkness. Lips, tongue, and teeth nip and lick their way along my neck, tickling the sensitive spots. “Time to wake up.”
• “No,” I grumble, turning away, not ready to greet the world, wanting to stay in the peaceful tranquility of our bed. Muscled arms lock around my waist, tugging me back against a chiseled chest, vibrating with laughter. Soft, sweet, and utterly delectable.