Adaline Bowman

The tug on his hair pulled a groan out of Krem, soft against Adaline's skin, and he found himself squeezing at her legs again, brief and a little harder than he'd meant, his fingers curled into the softness of her thighs and his nose pressed against her breast. He was aware, after a moment, that it was a little ridiculous, and he laughed at himself, before tilting his head back and smiling at her.