I laugh, and he kisses my throat.
When the water fills to our lower backs, he turns it off and finally pulls himself out of me. What follows are waves of his release spilling out of me. My eyes widen as I watch the thick, white semen sliding out, swirling into the water. God, how much has he come? Will I get pregnant from this? With the amount still coming out, it feels like it could impregnate ten women.
Shut up, Avira. Why would he impregnate ten women?
I narrow my eyes at him. “You sure you were a virgin before this hour?”
I’m not going to act very maturely, there’s no other option.
He nods, gaze steady. “I’m very sure. I never let any woman touch me.”
He flushes the water, letting it drain, and then fills the tub again.
“Apart from a demon,” he teases.
He leans back in the tub, spreading his arms along the edges with casual dominance. He looks like a god reclining in his temple, so much confidence and quiet authority in his form.
My hands find their way to his abs on their own, fingers brushing over the ridges. “Why do you call me a demon? Am I not a sweet, lovely angel who made your life bright and beautiful?”
He pushes my hair back from my shoulders, his touch trailing lightly over my neck and collarbone. “There was a dove who used to sit on the window of the basement where I was locked. I used to think life outside must be like that dove. After your father rescued me, I was admitted to the hospital. There were many types of people, many who showed care and concern for me, but no one made me feel anything. Nothing made me realize I was truly free. Then I saw you.”
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “You came running to me, smiling. And I finally found the dove I was searching for. Only after seeing you did I realize what living truly looks like. But I was too dead to live again, so I started living through you.”
I hold his face, press my lips to his, and hug him tightly.
He runs his fingers through the length of my wet hair. “I didn’t need the light, Dove. I needed life, and that’s what you are. You’re the necessity of my existence. And you are a demon who makes me lose control every time, who tempts, manipulates, and turns my life into hell.”
I move up, pursing my lips. “Whose life did I make hell?”
“Mine. Every time you cry, it becomes hell, and you cry over everything.”
I poke his chest. “Now you’re calling me a crybaby?”
He grabs my wrists, brings my hands close to his face, and kisses each of my fingertips. “Aren’t you?”
I scrunch my chin. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I lean forward and hug his neck. “I want to sleep.”
He rubs my back under the water.
My sleep is abruptly broken when I hear a knock, then my eyes open at a loud, “Holy shit!”
Before I can even wake up like a normal person, my quilt is yanked off and the collar of my t-shirt—which is Zoan’s—is being pulled. The culprit of this breach of privacy, with full rights to torment, is none other than my sister.
She stands tall while I sit up against the headboard. “So,” she grins, sitting in front of me.
I yawn. “So what?”
“How does it feel to have sex?”
I grin. “Mind-blowing. Lose your virginity as soon as possible. It’s the best thing you could do.”
She shrugs. “Well, the person I want to lose it to doesn’t want it. So I’m going to become a nun. But I can enjoy the details.” She wiggles her brows playfully.
“It was painful, like really painful, but then it was amazing.” My expression turns dreamy.
“So you will not come with me to our heaven?” she smirks.
My face sobers, I blink and look around. “I will. I don’t want you to feel depressed alone.”
