When he opened his eyes in the morning, Roland was surprised to see that it was already eight in the morning and nobody had woken them up. Sigrid was still out, her body laid out on top of him.
She was the one that had woken him up in fact by sucking on the side of his neck and making suckling sounds. As a matter of fact, she was still doing it even though her eyes were closed.
Her teeth clamped down and he winced. "Sigrid..." he groaned out her name. He did not know what she was eating in her dream but he was sure it looked nothing like him.
While trying to dislodge her off his body, he realized that he had another problem, his manhood was rising. She was naked, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lush hair was spilled out over her shoulders, as ever she was more than beautiful.
