She hoped she didn’t come to regret that. She’d felt rather close to him sleeping in his arms after being intimate.
She had felt warm and fuzzy. And knowing he’d been struggling just because he didn’t want to bother her with himself, his needs, had made her heart nearly ache out of her damn chest.
Since Orpheus had brought her here, it had been about what she wanted, when she needed release. In her heart, she knew she didn’t want that anymore. It wasn’t fair. If she could have it whenever she wanted, then wasn’t it equal for him to be able to do the same?
She’d enjoyed every touch, and she’d... loved having sex with him. There was something about it that made her feel so connected to him, to another being. It felt like he’d been a part of her.
She looked down once more. I guess he’s still a part of me.
There was another sensation vibrating through her, one that was trying to convince her to never leave this embrace.
A deep, near-silent purr was rumbling from his chest against her back, telling her he was adoring this intimate cuddle just as much as she was.
His head was above hers, resting against her pillow rather than his own, and when she turned her head just enough, she could see that his eyes were blue.
“You’re awake?” she asked, feeling his slow and steady breaths expanding his chest and pressing into her, tricking her into thinking he’d been asleep.
He lifted his head and licked at her cheek.
“Have been for quite some time.”
Her cheeks flared with heat, and she bowed her head.
He stayed with me like this for a while? Minutes? Hours?
How long had Orpheus been awake, basking in her like this?
“How come you’re still inside me? Doesn’t it usually go back inside you?”
He licked behind her ear since she’d hidden her face.
“As long as it is sheltered in something warm and wet, it doesn’t matter where it is. You said I could be inside you whenever I wanted. I chose to rest with it lying in you.”
He wasn’t being sexual, it wasn’t hard. It was strange, but this was one of the sweetest things she’d ever heard or experienced.
Was it possible for someone to fuck their way into someone’s heart? Because it felt like he’d done that.
Emotions, stronger than ever, were swirling within her. Ones that hadn’t been so prevalent before last night.
He licked behind her ear again but twisted his head to follow along the deep scar behind it. He then grasped her knee where her other scar was.
“Why is it you have these scars?” His voice was laced in curiosity, and she knew he would one day ask her about them.
She just didn’t think it would be now.
“I-I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not nice, and I don’t want to ruin this.”
She was enjoying their cuddle. She didn’t want to bring up terrible memories.
A deep growl began to rumble from him, and he slipped his hand forward to cup her cheek that was resting against the pillow to turn her face towards him. He was leaning over her, his eyes already starting to glow a faint red.
“Did someone hurt you, Reia?”
She sighed, seeing no way to escape this.
“I told you the villagers called me the harbinger of bad omens. Well, a few of them thought it would be just a fantastic idea to throw a large rock at me. It hit me in the head. I blacked out and cut my knee when I fell on the ground.”
“Your own people hurt you?” he snarled, his eyes brightening into crimson.
“It’s fine, Orpheus.” She placed her forehead against him.
“It was a long time ago. Those men were arseholes anyway.”
That didn’t placate him, didn’t make his chest stop rumbling with that aggressive noise. She already missed his strange purr.
“You are precious. No one is allowed to hurt you. I can kill them for you if you like.”
Reia giggled, reaching up to stroke his jaw from underneath. “Could you? I would really like that.”
Her humour reached him, and he huffed loudly in irritation.
“If you want me to, I will. I will do anything for you.”
Oooo, you guys don’t know what’s coming! Because Reia was seriously considering it. It wasn’t the first, nor the last time those three men terrorised her. Grown men almost the same age as her, and she despised them for everything they’d done.
