The skin beneath Gunther’s lips as he drowsed up from a blissful, dreamless sleep was warm and soft, and the familiar smoky incense scent of Valois’s body filled the air around him. Gunther moaned softly and kissed that skin, not even moving his head; just kissing over and over until he heard a low chuckle above him.
“Are you hungry, mon chéri?”
Waking up in bliss. Nothing could go wrong now. Could it?
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