Chapter 80. A Very Sensual Mistake
The cool, minty aftertaste lingering on my tongue should have woken me up completely, but the heavy plum wine in my veins had other plans.
It melted every shred of logic, turning my brain into a warm, sloshing pool of pure desire.
I knew something felt different, the soothing scent of damp forest grass and winter air was wrapping around me instead of the scorching heat of my male, but my intoxicated mind refused to process it.
It only knew one thing, I wanted my husband.
"Ah... 'more'..." I whimpered into the furs, my forehead pressed flat against the bedding. I rolled my hips back instinctively, searching for the broad, soothing weight that had just pushed me over the edge.
"Don't leave me cold, Tigris... please... take me..."
A sharp, jagged intake of air sounded above me.
The male holding me froze, his entire body going taut.
