Nathra stirred from her slumber, slowly becoming aware of Samson's fingers tracing up and down her arm. She cracked one eye open, tipping her head to the side to look over her shoulder at him. He flashed her half a grin, which she returned openly and wholeheartedly.
"Good morning, beautiful," he rumbled against her shoulder.
She shivered just a little. "I believe that is the sexiest thing I've ever heard."
Samson laughed, though his voice muffled slightly against her body. "If I had known your standards were so lax," he teased. "I might not have waited so long for this."
Nathra hummed in thought, then wiggled her hips against him. She could feel the stiffness of his cock already pressed against her. Her arousal began to thrum, growing as her mind delved deeper into the things he could say. And do. The latter most definitely did not escape her as she wiggled her hips against him again.
"Or maybe you need to up your game, ma vhenan."
He groaned at the friction, tipping his head down to nip at her ear. Samson's lips curved upward into a smirk when she reacted, a soft gasp egging him on. His voice was low and throaty, a deep rumble from his chest as he growled against her ear.
"Challenge accepted."