NINETEEN
TRINITY
My eyes blink open. I’m cuddled into a warm blanket of clouds that feels like heaven. My head rests on a soft, squishy surface. I feel the urge to stretch my bones, but I can’t. I look over my shoulder and find Leonidas behind me. His arm is wrapped around my waist tightly, and his face is buried in my neck. Our legs are tangled up under the sheets.
I could get used to waking up like this. Being in his arms makes me feel loved and the safest I’ve ever felt. A smile lifts my face when I hear his soft snores. Reaching behind me, I play with his hair, twirling it around my finger, feeling the silky-smooth locks between my fingertips.
He hums in my neck, and I feel his mouth smile on my skin. Pulling me back closer to his chest, he leaves no space between our bodies. Placing a kiss on my bare shoulder, he mumbles, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” I twist my body around and face him.
Even in the morning, when he’s just awoken, he looks so handsome.
“What a magnificent sight to see in the morning,” he says, his voice husky from sleep. His eyes are dark with a half-awake look. His hair is messy, tousled back roughly from his face.
“The best,” I say before he pecks my lips.
“Stunning,” he replies.
Another peck.
“Handsome.”
Another peck.
“Beautiful.”
Another peck.
“To die for.”
Leonidas pulls my body on top of his and kisses me deeply. I don’t even care about our morning breath. He’s just on my mind. And that’s all I care about. He looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman alive, and he makes me feel like it.
Our kiss is slow and steamy. I’m getting so worked up, and it’s only the morning. Butterflies take flight in my stomach. His tongue plays with mine. I don’t want to listen to my brain that’s telling me to stop. I listen to my heart. I kiss him the way I know drives him mad. He makes a throaty noise and grabs my ass. When he pulls me closer to him, I let out a moan. His lips leave mine and travel down to my collarbone.
Suddenly, I’m flipped under him. He continues to attack my body with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. The feeling of pure pleasure takes control of my entire heart and soul, making my eyes roll back. I haven’t been touched in so long. Placing a hand to my mouth, I moan. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before. I see stars in my eyes; I hear buzzing in my ears. I tug his hair when he bites down softly.
“Leonidas, we should stop,” I moan, not wanting what I just claimed.
“Uh-huh,” he murmurs and continues to devour me.
Oh my gosh. I need to be quiet, but I’m finding it difficult to muffle the noises that want to come out of my mouth. The things his mouth can do …
Then, the door opens.
“Leonidas, what the fuck is all that noise?” Amelia pauses and lets out a scream a second later. Running out of the room, she slams the door.
We freeze.
I look at him with panicked eyes.
He yanks the sheets over us and whispers, “Shoot.”
My breaths are heavy and shaky, matching his. I hear Amelia’s disgusted gags in the distance. There’s a bang.
“Elijah, don’t go in there!” she screams.
The door busts open, and I panic even more. I cling on to Leonidas harder when I hear pounding footsteps striding to where we lie.
