I lifted the covers, charmed by the sight of her rounded ass peeking out from the shadows, the folds of her soft waist, creased from lying on her side. She remained breathing softly and deeply as I slid into the bed behind her, my weight on the mattress shifting her easily in my direction. I held my breath in, my groan restrained as her ass lined itself up perfectly against my cock. I reached between us, squeezing and pumping my own length, drawing fluid to my tip and waiting to see if Sunny awoke.

She was well suited to this act because she remained asleep, even as I tucked the head of my cock between her thighs, stroking myself with slow thrusts against her warm pussy. I cupped her hip, tracing the rise and valley of her thighs to her waist, and then back again. Her breath was growing a little uneven, but her pulse was steady. If she was awake, she was very good at faking and not at all disturbed by my presence. I scooted closer, my chest against her back, and took the risk of jostling her to wrap my other arm beneath her cheek, my left hand rising to cover her mouth.

Sunny was growing wet, the pump and slide of my shallow thrusts between her thighs easing—a pleasant clasp of her body around me, even if it wasn't the hot and silky hollow I wanted to burrow inside of. My claws were distending, creating gentle dimples on her hip and cheek. I wanted inside of her, I wanted to roll her down to her belly or up onto my cock to ride me. She needed to wake first.

I pulled my hips back, and the head of my cock found its way to her opening as if it had already eagerly memorized the spot. I pushed in and grinned at Sunny's moan vibrating against my hand. With my size and height, I was easily wrapped around her, able to watch her eye lashes flutter open, eyes widening as she tried to see into the dark of the room. I clasped my hand tighter over her mouth, waiting to see her response. Startled or excited?

I should've known.

Sunny whined and arched in my arms, pushing herself back onto my cock, inching me inside of her. Her eyes fell shut again, body leaning into my chest. Surrendering, as usual. Could I ever even coax her to fight? The idea of Sunny red with exertion and sweat, frustration, wrestling beneath me—she would giggle, I was certain of it, incapable of hiding her own enjoyment—caused the first pump of my stav. I slid my hand on her hip down to her pussy and then thrust roughly forward, burying myself to the hilt, Sunny's cry muffled behind my fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you right out of your sanity tonight, little one," I rasped in her ear.