cock.
“Yes… I know.”
Chapter 6: Exploited
Liz
Bedroom. Bathroom. The wall in the hall. The kitchen work surface. All were a part of the night’s sexual antics. And now I have work in five hours and can’t get to sleep. Could you?
I’m on some crazy life changing path, and I’m determined to stay right on it. He is what he is, and I am what I am. He promised me normal, and us lying here like this, is just that.
My fingers route up his torso, winding around his soft neck to caress the tips of his hair. I love the feeling on my skin; it’s sensory and addictive. Rather like bubble wrap popping that ninety percent of the population cannot resist. I cannot resist the touch of my Knight. I’ve never been this happy, or felt such a belonging. Everything is marvellous, and I don’t want a single thing to change.
He cusps my hand and places it on his chest, as the moon shines through the nets and onto our bed.
“You really should sleep,” his slight voice reverberates through his chest.
“I can’t. Besides, I don’t really need to.” I angle my head to see him. “I can manage with just a few hours.”
“Yes you do, Elizabeth. Or you’ll be running on empty.”
“How can I sleep after everything…I mean this.” I slip my hand out from his and sit up. “This place. It’s going to be a long time before I’ll be able to get any shuteye.”
He sniggers, crossing his arms over his head. “Well you’re going to have to get used to it.” He swings his legs out of the bed to stand. “I have work to do, and can’t lie here any longer waiting for you to fall asleep.”
“Oh,” I huff. “I forgot about the whole sleep issue.”
“Elizabeth, it wouldn’t be an issue if you just closed your eyes.”
He walks toward the window. Wow, in this light he looks like some Grecian statue being blessed by moonbeams. I mischievously scan every inch of him as he makes his way into his closet. Would it be greedy of me to tell him he must come back to bed and pleasure me again?
He comes out in his navy joggers and white vest, scowling at me in disapproval.
“Don’t you look at me like that,” he grins. “I may not need sleep, and have a good sexual appetite, but you are seriously pushing your luck.” He tosses his pillow at me. “Now go to sleep.” He leaves the room and I fall back onto my lush comfy new bed.
***
The orange glimmer of the morning sun sheds through the room as I strain to see. I sprawl out with a gaping yawn, then beam in morning glory. For the first time in since, well forever, I can’t wait to get out of bed.
I have nothing to wear, it’s all still packed up in my suitcase in the lounge, so I pull the white sheet from the bed, and wrap it around my body.
Adrien’s closet, they’ll be something in there I can put on until I sort out my things.
I squint up at the dark wood shelving. I’m not going to wear any of his shirts which are strategically hung. They all look so intimidating in their seamless military order. One missing, would definitely make the rail look chaotic.
I go to his more casual area. God, he has to have over twenty pairs of jeans in here, ranging from beige to black: Hugo Boss and Armani labels everywhere. And sweaters, consisting of the same brand: V-necks in every shade you could imagine. Now, the shelf above is definitely more me. I take a grey hoody, ease it over my head, and pull out my knotty hair.
I tiptoe to the doors that lead into the lounge. Adrien is sitting at the dining table, reading the financial times. He’s wearing shades, which indicate he has a vampire migraine. These headaches of his are starting to worry me. With it being summer, they’re only going to get worse.
I bend over and unzip my suitcase, rummaging in a huff because I’ve basically just stuffed it full. Perfect, black leggings and my cream, meant to be
“Yes… I know.”
Chapter 6: Exploited
Liz
Bedroom. Bathroom. The wall in the hall. The kitchen work surface. All were a part of the night’s sexual antics. And now I have work in five hours and can’t get to sleep. Could you?
I’m on some crazy life changing path, and I’m determined to stay right on it. He is what he is, and I am what I am. He promised me normal, and us lying here like this, is just that.
My fingers route up his torso, winding around his soft neck to caress the tips of his hair. I love the feeling on my skin; it’s sensory and addictive. Rather like bubble wrap popping that ninety percent of the population cannot resist. I cannot resist the touch of my Knight. I’ve never been this happy, or felt such a belonging. Everything is marvellous, and I don’t want a single thing to change.
He cusps my hand and places it on his chest, as the moon shines through the nets and onto our bed.
“You really should sleep,” his slight voice reverberates through his chest.
“I can’t. Besides, I don’t really need to.” I angle my head to see him. “I can manage with just a few hours.”
“Yes you do, Elizabeth. Or you’ll be running on empty.”
“How can I sleep after everything…I mean this.” I slip my hand out from his and sit up. “This place. It’s going to be a long time before I’ll be able to get any shuteye.”
He sniggers, crossing his arms over his head. “Well you’re going to have to get used to it.” He swings his legs out of the bed to stand. “I have work to do, and can’t lie here any longer waiting for you to fall asleep.”
“Oh,” I huff. “I forgot about the whole sleep issue.”
“Elizabeth, it wouldn’t be an issue if you just closed your eyes.”
He walks toward the window. Wow, in this light he looks like some Grecian statue being blessed by moonbeams. I mischievously scan every inch of him as he makes his way into his closet. Would it be greedy of me to tell him he must come back to bed and pleasure me again?
He comes out in his navy joggers and white vest, scowling at me in disapproval.
“Don’t you look at me like that,” he grins. “I may not need sleep, and have a good sexual appetite, but you are seriously pushing your luck.” He tosses his pillow at me. “Now go to sleep.” He leaves the room and I fall back onto my lush comfy new bed.
***
The orange glimmer of the morning sun sheds through the room as I strain to see. I sprawl out with a gaping yawn, then beam in morning glory. For the first time in since, well forever, I can’t wait to get out of bed.
I have nothing to wear, it’s all still packed up in my suitcase in the lounge, so I pull the white sheet from the bed, and wrap it around my body.
Adrien’s closet, they’ll be something in there I can put on until I sort out my things.
I squint up at the dark wood shelving. I’m not going to wear any of his shirts which are strategically hung. They all look so intimidating in their seamless military order. One missing, would definitely make the rail look chaotic.
I go to his more casual area. God, he has to have over twenty pairs of jeans in here, ranging from beige to black: Hugo Boss and Armani labels everywhere. And sweaters, consisting of the same brand: V-necks in every shade you could imagine. Now, the shelf above is definitely more me. I take a grey hoody, ease it over my head, and pull out my knotty hair.
I tiptoe to the doors that lead into the lounge. Adrien is sitting at the dining table, reading the financial times. He’s wearing shades, which indicate he has a vampire migraine. These headaches of his are starting to worry me. With it being summer, they’re only going to get worse.
I bend over and unzip my suitcase, rummaging in a huff because I’ve basically just stuffed it full. Perfect, black leggings and my cream, meant to be
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