Page 33 of Maid Fohr Love


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Though the room was practically void with sound, my thoughts were loud. There wasn’t one that didn’t include her.

Flawless.

Pretty, inside and out.

A giver at heart.

Unafraid to protect her assets.

Her heart. Her head. Her body.

A gem.

Bistre-colored skin pressed against mine. Long legs wrapped around mine. A round nose laid on my chest. Spiraled hair tickled my chin. And, long arms hugged me all through the night. It was the longest, softest, and most inviting hug I’d ever experienced.

Kit.

Her name in diamonds flashed before my eyes. With a smile, I closed my eyes to allow the vision time to marinate. I could feel the cold ice against my chest.

“Mmm.”

A soft groan led to the depletion of my sanity. Kit loosened her grip around me. Rapidly, my heart punched at my chest. Unsure of what was happening or if Kit had stirred awake, I waited in silence.

Her body was tense. Her breathing had halted. Her head had lifted from my chest slightly.

She maneuvered in an attempt to free herself from my grasp. I rejected the soundless request by tightening my arms around her. Her absence wasn’t an option at the moment.

She was too warm.

Too comforting.

Too soft.

Too relaxing.

“Mmm.”

Another grown escaped those lips of hers. A long, exaggerated sigh followed.

“Fohr–” she whispered.

I contemplated keeping quiet, but ultimately decided against it.

“Yes?”

“What time is it?”

“Time for you to go back to sleep,” I explained.

My lips pressed into her forehead. Another sigh left hers.

“I have to get up. Your breakfast– And, my breath,” she yawned.

Disregarding the second simple issue she mentioned, I lifted her chin with my index finger. I parted her mouth with my tongue. Slowly, she came around, indulging as shamelessly as I was.

My dick hardened on her leg. My hands roamed her frame, cupping her ass in the process. Because I’d stolen the very oxygen she needed to live, I pulled away slowly. Taken aback, she struggled to restart her breathing cycle.

“This is the first, but it won’t be the last time I greet your morning breath. It’ll be my pleasure, sweet baby.”