The slanted light of dawn, Annabel thought. Right there on the very bottom, yellow was beginning to creep into view. Most of the sky still held the purple tones of night, but along the horizon the sun was painting a brilliant stripe of orange and pink.Īnd yellow. Her room faced east, and so she took a moment at the window to enjoy the sunrise. Her grandmother may have given tacit permission for Sebastian to stay in her room the night before, but Annabel knew that he could not be there when the rest of the house woke up. The room was still quite dim, so she slipped out of bed, put on a dressing gown, and walked to the window to open the curtains. The sun rose early this time of year, and when Annabel opened her eyes and checked the clock on the table beside her bed, it was barely half five. He pulled her against him, fitting like two spoons in a drawer, closed his eyes, and he slept. ―I love you," he said, and he curled against her side. She was so tight, her muscles so powerful that she nearly pushed him out, but he surged forward, and before he knew it, he had spilled himself within her, reaching his climax at the very moment she started to come down from hers. Her fingers bit into his skin, and she tightened around him, squeezing, quivering. If he could have he would have loved her everywhere, all at once, and maybe she felt like he did, because just when he thought he might not be able to hold off any longer, she bucked and tensed beneath him. He brought his head to her breast again, nipping and licking.
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