Thirty eight

SYBIL EAGAN POV

I was warm. A large hand was draped around me, and I could feel the inhale and exhale of Dian breathing against my cheeks that were pressed to his chest.

Slowly, forcing my movement to be gentle, I glanced up at his face and flinched as our gaze clashed. I looked down sharply, my cheeks flaming, and gasped once more when his hand snaked around my chin, his fingers caressing my skin as he angled my head until I was staring into his eyes.

"I want you to look at me, Sybil." He whispered and I stared, my face burning as I struggled to hold his gaze. My stomach felt funny and my heart rate was starting to pick up. My gaze slipped to his lips, and I shuddered, remembering every place where they had been on my body. Last night had been wild and as I moved my legs, shifting my body a little, I felt a little sore but my body ached in all the right places.

"Your whole face is red" he stated and that just made me blush harder.

"Well, you are staring at me like that" I trailed off