The bed was like a cloud, smelling of expensive perfume and the lingering, musky scent of a man who had finally lost his mind.
And the sweet scent of a female who can be considered the most beautiful and sexiest in the world.
I stretched on the bed, my skin tingling.
Caelum was a fast learner. He managed to get a hang of his manly duties after the second round, and I just let him, enjoying the scene of watching him get undone over and over in my arms.
It was pure bliss.
But now that the bliss has died down and I've had a little bit of sleep, my empty stomach decided to announce its state. It gave a loud, hollow growl that echoed in the silent, moonlit room.
I poked the sleeping man next to me.
"Caelum. Wake up. I'm starving."
He groaned, shifting. In the silver light, he looked softer, his long white hair a mess over his forehead and his pale skin somewhat glistening.
Yeah, why won't he listen when he's had his fill of me? He must feel very rejuvenated.
