Lyan woke up feeling an intense sensation coursing through his lower half, stirring him from the depths of a pleasant dream. His eyes fluttered open, and he blinked against the morning light streaming through the high windows of his grand bed chamber. As his senses gradually returned, he looked down to see Raine, her white hair tumbling in soft waves around her face, and her mischievous smile that reached her eyes.
"Good morning, Lyan," she purred, her voice sultry as her hands and mouth continued their expert ministrations. "Did you sleep well?"
Lyan groaned, a mix of pleasure and surprise evident in his expression. "Raine... what a way to wake a man."
She giggled, the sound both innocent and alluring. "I thought you might enjoy a special wake-up call."
