Chapter Thirty-seven

Her weak legs seemed too feeble for his thrust. She was exhausted. God! Ethan was a monster.

He rolled over, his breathing raspy and in quick, successive patterns. He came out of bed and Elara watched his nakedness leave her, her body both excited and exhausted at the same time. Damn! How could her body feel sore and yet feel so ecstatic at the same time. It was as what it often was with him and after him. She'd never been with another person like Ethan and she knew she wasn't just his lover - she slowly falling for him

She curled up in the bed, wrapping herself in the thick blanket, her mind in an ecstasy as she filled her nostrils with the scent of his string musk. Ethan soon walked out of the bathroom, his short white towel around his neck.

“Where are you off to this early?”, she asked, noticing he was picking up another of his towels, only bigger.

“Work”, he said, in a cool, unexcited, bland tone. “And you should too”

“I don't have work today. I thought Fridays were your off days”