A well satisfied umhail

The broken woman finally gets what she needs.

As the sunlight danced through the master bedroom and fell on Balgair’s face, warming his skin, he yawned and stretched his left arm over his head. 

His right arm was trapped at his side by the sleeping blonde umhail, who had wrapped her arms around it and was holding that arm between her breasts.

Moving his neck from side to side, Balgair yawned again be…