Perry's POV
When morning came, I woke to find myself practically covering her entire body with mine.
She was trapped beneath me, warm and soft and absolutely perfect. My morning erection pressed insistently against her hip, and I could feel her stirring beneath me, consciousness returning slowly.
I wasn't ready to let her go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
"You're crushing me," she murmured in my ear, but her voice held no real complaint. If anything, she sounded content trapped beneath my weight.
I stayed still, face buried against her neck where her pulse fluttered like a caged bird. "Good morning to you too, my queen."
"Wake up, I need to move." She tried squirming out from under me, but the friction of her movements against my hardness made me groan.
"Stop moving or you'll wake it up," I growled, tightening my hold around her.
