chapter 104 Wipe me Clean

Lyanna's Pov

During the night, I hardly slept as I felt horny beside Roger. If only he was Drake, I would have climbed on top of him. Trail kisses on his face, his collarbone down his chest and then his abdomen and stop when he flinches, waking with a huge smile on his face when he's like;

"Are you having trouble sleeping, sweetheart?" I would nod my head and he would shake his head, pouting like a child.

"And what has that got to do with me? Why won't you let me sleep?" I would frown, still sitting astride his thighs.

"I want you, please, I am all wet." He would elevate his brows, look into my eyes and with his piercing eyes.

"Well, wipe yourself dry, Miss, I want to continue my lovely sleep."

"Don't do that, my love." I will say pleadingly, in a very soft tone under the dim light in the middle of a lonely silent night. I will then give up trying, and then put my head on his chest while I listen to the rhythm of his heart beat.