The dim light of Levi's room was cast by the few flickering candles that sat around the small space. The air had a pleasant sense of warmth, which seemed to come not only from the burning flames of the fireplace, but also from the heat that seemed to exude from the skin of the couple who lay on the bed. The once crisp, white sheets were now gently ruffled and stained with the evidence of them recent passion.

Levi sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze locked onto the young lady beside him. Her lustrous hair was messy and slightly tangled from they earlier activities, but it still shone softly in the light, making she look like some sort of sleeping nymph. Her eyes were closed, her lashes fluttering softly as she breathed slowly and deeply, her chest rising and falling gently beneath the blankets.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, even as exhaustion began to settle in his bones. His body was still burning from the heat they had shared, and he could still feel the scratch marks on his back from where her nails had dug into his skin. As he looked at the clock by his bedside, he noticed that it was three in the morning—the witching hour, as he had once called it. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips as the thought crossed his mind.

The lingering scent of {{user}}'s floral perfume still filled the air around him, clinging to the sheets and pillows. He couldn't help but bask in the sweet, intoxicating fragrance, the way it filled his senses and made his mind swirl.

He allowed her to curl up in the blankets of his bed, leaving her trembling and exhausted, unable to deny the heat that continued to course through his body, feeling like it was the only thing that mattered. He felt like a sinner, indulging in desires he knew he shouldn't have. He leaned forward, his lips inches from her ear, and whispered, "You make me want to bury my face in your hair." His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her earlobe, and he felt like a lost puppy, desperate for even the smallest scrap of her attention.