She sighed contentedly as she registered the feeling of his skin against hers and hazily remembered last night. Moving closer to him, she hooked her leg over his and rubbed her cheek against his chest. She smiled when he tilted his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Satisfaction hummed through every inch of her. She’d never felt so sated before. She couldn’t even remember what they’d done. A small moan escaped her when a firm hand gripped her hip, fingertips grazing sensitive flesh and sending a shiver of desire through her. Her eyes widened when the bed behind her depressed and someone brushed up against her back. The hand on her waist drew her closer, pulling her backside against his crotch, and she realised the hand didn’t belong to Valentine. Valentine rolled over and murmured something in his sleep, nuzzling her throat, his body flush against hers. She froze, wedged between two hard, masculine bodies. Her eyes widened further, showing the white all around her irises when the person behind her kissed her neck and purred softly into her ear.
