Rama's lashes fluttered open as she stretched her limbs in the soft, King sized bed, the silk blanket rubbing her skin underneath.
As she squirmed, her naked sweaty body rubbed against Draco's muscular frame, feeling the ridges of hard muscle gently grinding her soft skin and only then, did she realize his sinewy arm was resting on her slender waist.
His sleeping face was facing her, she could feel his hot breath brush past her cheeks as he slept soundly.
So innocent, so peaceful as he slept, maybe it was because of no intimidating, burning gaze that pierced into her soul as his eyes were closed.
The sudden pleasing ache between her legs spurred the memories of last night to flood into her head like a broken dam.
Her face burned beet red as she impulsively tried to flee, but his powerful grip on her waist refrained her movement, making her groan in frustration.
