[Warning: Mixed POV & Mature Content]
- Violet -
His mouth moved against mine with increasing urgency, and I found myself being gently pushed back against the pillows. My fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging as if he might vanish if I let go.
His hands moved to the hem of my sleep shirt, fingers grazing the skin of my stomach as he began to lift the fabric. I raised my arms, letting him pull it over my head.
The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver, but his hands were immediately there, warm and steady as they traced the curves of my body. There was something different about his touch, as if he was relearning every inch of me. His hands roamed, one sliding along to trace the curve of my waist, while the other cupped my breast.
