Bruised thighs, messy sheets, and a tongue that doesn’t quit.

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Lily’s POV

I woke up feeling suffocated by the raw masculine heat pressing against every inch of my body. A heavy arm pinned me in place

My chest rose and fell too fast. His scent was everywhere.

I opened my eyes slowly, letting the morning blur fade into clarity. Familiar walls. Familiar chaos. And the deep ache pulsing between my legs told me exactly why.

I blinked again, faster this time.

His arm was draped low across my waist, palm splayed over my stomach. The weight of it made me feel claimed, like even in his sleep, he refused...