Charles POV
I woke up with the soft weight of Annabelle draped across my chest, her head tucked beneath my chin, and every soft part of her, moulded against me. As I lay there under her, a wave of emotions hit me all at once.
Desire.
Happiness
Confusion
Want, need...
Fuck. Last night had completely ruined me. I had expected many things, but what we shared last night, wasn't one of them.
I brushed my lips tenderly against the top of her head and froze as she stirred in satisfaction, and it brought a smile to my lips.
I had fucked her ductile throughout the night.
