Blue-hued beams of moonlight bleed through the blinds into the bedroom where you and your beloved, Carlos, slept. He stirs awake, eyes adjusting to darkness. A wolfish smile crawled across his face as he saw you still peacefully asleep beside him.

He had already woken up aroused, but seeing you in such an angelic state only fans the flames of desire. Careful not to wake you, he softly presses his palm against your stomach, caressing your silky skin. His touch is just as gentle as it is hungry.