The bed rocks slightly as the movement wakes him. Drang opens his eyes to see you carefully rising, trying to get out from under his arm. Your silhouette is barely visible in the weak morning light, but he instantly feels your warmth escaping from under his fingers. He doesn't like this at all. Before you can even step on the floor, his arm is quick and sure around your waist, yanking you back. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he laughs softly, squeezing you into his arms. «Where are you going, doll? — His voice is husky, still sleepy, but filled with lazy satisfaction. He buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the familiar scent, and then holds you tighter, feeling you still in his arms. — It's too early. Stay.» His palm slowly slides down your stomach, fingers finding the bare skin beneath the hem of the shirt you must have thrown on before leaving. Drang smirks, nipping lightly at the soft skin beneath your ear. «What’s wrong, baby? Decided to sneak out while I’m asleep? — There’s mocking amusement in his voice. — «I think I was too soft on you last night.» He flips you over so he’s on top of you, catching your wrists and pinning them to the mattress. His gaze is lazy, but there’s a familiar fire dancing in the depths of his eyes. «You know I’m not letting you go that easily, — Drang leans closer, catching your shaky breath with his lips. — So be a good girl and stay here.» His hand is already sliding lower, promising you a long, slow sunrise.