Chapter 62 Impure Thoughts

• Isabella
• When I woke up, it was dusk already and the moon was glowing intensely. I stirred on the bed and Malcolm was still beside me. I remember falling asleep on the couch in the living room, I guess he carried me upstairs and must have traced my room with my scent. His manly arms were around my waist. The feeling of having Malcolm in my arms after all these weeks was surreal. I could feel Sia’s light purrs deep in my mind.
• I smiled, positioning my eyes to stare at him carefully. His hair fell messily to his face, his low stubble framed his jaw beautifully and his cherry soft lips glowed under the moon’s ray that seeped through the draperies. I couldn’t help but take a few moments to relish the sweet feeling of having my mate, back again in my arms. I took my sweet time scanning his body, his perfect thick brows, and his irresistible lips. I fought the urge to kiss him awake. He was still naked on the bed, with only the silk sheets covering the lower half of his body. I smiled naughtily, lowering my gaze to his broad arms and chest. I could see the outline of his tattoo and suddenly I wanted to run my fingers on it and wrap my legs around him. I closed my eyes remembering the blissful moment not too long ago. I smiled at the way his body recognized and reacted to my touch and kisses, his sweet moans, and the manner in which his lips took my name out. I loved it. I wanted to experience it all again. It was a feeling that would never grow old, and I was incapable of having enough of him. Never. I was drowning deeper in my erotic thoughts when Malcolm’s voice filled the chamber and I inhaled deeply, pulling my eyes open.