Finley grabbed a handful of the dukes hair and pulled his mouth toward hers. His mouth was hard against hers as he pulled her body away from the wall and closer to his . She would have swore the noises coming from her mouth were coming from her darker half if she were able to hear them. Griffin ran his hands over her legs, under her skirt past where her stockings ended; he could feel how hot her skin was and couldn't repress the feeling that they were still too far apart even with her body flush against his own. Her hair had come undone and the pencil she usually used to hold it up lay utterly ignored on the floor. His lips moved from hers to give attention to her neck; the feeling of her short nails raking across his back under his shirt was a pleasantly painful reward for his efforts. His hands roamed over her back side and up over her slim frame causing Finley to arch her body into his at the feeling. His hands made their way back down her body and she couldn't help but call out his name as they made their way closer and closer to the one place he hadn't yet stroked "Griffin. Griffin! GRIFFIN!"
*smack*
The pillow hit the duke of Greythorn full in the face and quickly pulled him from his rather pleasant dream. Hanging over him was the cheery face of his morning attacker, her amber eyes sparkled with mirth and her self-satisfied smile was really more of a smirk as she dropped the pillow back onto the bed. "Pleasant dreams Griff? "
She raised an eye brow and started to make her way out of the dukes room. "Sam says it's time to head out and to get your royal arse out of bed".
Finley stopped and turned around in the doorway then added "Oh and you talk in your sleep, ya' know that?"
Griffin just threw himself back against the pillows with a sigh as Finley's laughter rang down the hall.
