D’yavol held her in a tight embrace, much as he had all of the night before, but she could tell from his breathing that he too was awake, though like her, he seemed reluctant to break the spell. Real life waited outside of this bed, and Julie was in no hurry to return to it. A grumble from his stomach broke the fragile silence, and Julie laughed as he kissed her shoulder and stretched. “Ignore it. It’ll go away.” She stretched as well, ringlets of pleasure spiraling through her as he continued his playful assault on her shoulder. “I’ll do no such thing,” she said playfully. “I’m afraid it’s time to get up, D.” He groaned, the sound incongruous with his usually stoic demeanor. “But just ’cause you’re such a good boy, I’ll make you breakfast.” “Deal,” he said, though he continued his exploration, now kissing and nipping at her back. “I like it when you call me D.” “Ah-ah.
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