Aurora's POV
The morning sun poked through the thin, dusty curtains of the apartment, stinging my eyes. I groaned, my head feeling like it had been used as a drum in a war march. My mouth was dry, tasting of alcohol, and my body felt unusually heavy.
Then, I realized why.
I wasn't just lying on my bed. I was lying on something warm, hard, and breathing. Before I could even open my eyes, my hand moved on its own. I felt something thick under the blanket. My fingers closed around it.
I was still half asleep, so I thought I was dreaming. I moved my hand slowly without thinking.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp breath right above me. Then a deep groan that made the bed shake.
"Aurora," a voice rasped. It wasn't the voice of a dream. It was deep, commanding, and authoritative.
My eyes snapped open.
My cheek was pressed against a firm, muscular chest. I followed the line of my own arm down… and realized my hand was firmly wrapped around a man's cock.
