Armenian Rose

"I love caramel, I'll take red velvet if it's available but I'll always love caramel"

Her breath hitched as he crawled on top of her leaving a slow trail on his fingers as he drew lines past the hem of the slit of her night dress.

"Olsen" his name came out like a hushed prayer sounding like music to his ears. He would have answered but his mouth was busy nimbling on the soft skin on her neck. She smelt heavenly and he'd be damned if he let......