(Amaia)
(Slight NSFW)
Without thinking, he slips into bed with me, wrapping his burly arms around my waist and pulling me into himself.
Zille, who has been sleeping near my legs, suddenly wakes up, lets out a grunted annoyed sound and takes off.
Alnitak smiles at the annoyed bird while his scent clings to me, saturating every pore of my body along with his heat. Like a protective shield against the harsh realities of my life.
His body, strong and hard, all muscles and yet soothing like a balm on my wounded heart and wretched soul.
His hand crawls into my hair. The deft fingers graze against my scalp like a comforting comb. He removes the band holding them together and wears it around his wrist.
Hair spills onto my shoulders, and his fingers press into my skin, pushing my face into his solid and powerful chest.
A relief mingles with a jabbing pain that erupts into my thigh, the curse mark stings but I don't care.
