He slid his lips over her temple and skimmed a hand under her shirt and up her rib cage. Moira turned her head and strands of her hair caught in his whiskers, making his nose twitch. He opened his eyes. Fractured light filled the room through dirty windows and filtered through the netting surrounding them. Dust motes danced in the air highlighted by the sun’s rays.She moaned and it was muffled by the pillow she pressed her face into. He moved his mouth across her skin, dropping tiny kisses on her spine. He pushed a hand further up, grasping her breast and rolling her erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. She shifted, pushing more of her orb into his palm. Kever flexed his hand and pulled it away. He pushed up on his knees and placed his hands on her back urging her down. She moved to lay flat and turned her head to rest her cheek on the pillow. Her eyes remained closed.He took a deep breath and leaned back to rest on his calves. “Moira?”“Hmm?”“Baby girl, you’re not dreaming.”“I know that.”
