Chapter 93

The room was quiet and Lucien’s breathing steadily beside me. The bed smelled faintly of clean linen—he must have changed it last night while I was asleep, after all, I passed out during our intimate intercourse. I didn’t even know how the hell did I managed to last for a whole damn day, doing that with him and now I could barely move an inch of my muscle, there’s no place of me that wasn’t sore at all, yet strangely, I felt warm in my chest at the thought he was taking care of me while I was asleep. I stirred against him, blinking groggily as dawn light spilled through the curtains. I noticed that he has also changed my clothes too. I was about to move, when his arm suddenly tightened around my waist, pulling me back to his chest. “Awake?” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “B…Barely.” Damn. i can’t even recognize my own voice. It feels like I had been shouting for so long and it was even worse than commanding the warriors all day. “G…Gods, I feel like I fought a war.” He paus