Erin's Decision

The next morning, Arlan woke up to find Oriana sleeping soundly next to him. The soft glow of the morning sunlight illuminated her delicate, feather-like skin, and he found himself mesmerized by her peaceful form. No matter how long he looked at her, it was never enough, making him wonder once more how he could love her so deeply. What kind of a spell she had put on him or it's him who wished to be get enchanted on his own accords. 

He traced the back of his fingers gently along her soft cheek, memories from the previous night flooding his mind. She had truly surprised him by boldly taking control, her beautiful face full of lust, her delicate form moving above him, offering her best. He recalled her hands and mouth running over him, and the way she didn't hesitate to pleasure him.

His heart skipped a beat at the memory, then began to race wildly inside his rib cage.