Chapter 16
Avidya
Morning came too soon for my liking. The sun was high in the in the sky and birds could be heard chirping from the open window. Before opening my eyes, I knew Zachariah was still in bed beside me, watching me. I didn’t feel creeped out, but loved and cherished.
Flexing my muscles, I groaned out in discomfort. I never knew I could hurt in so many places after a night filled with pleasure and passion. My feet, calves, and arms were sore, as though I had trekked through miles of mud and snow. Even the inside of me throbbed in pain. The good kind. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing everything that we did last night again, but it’d have to wait until after I wasn’t so sore.
I may have asked to be this sore come morning, and Zachariah certainly gave me what I asked for. Yeah, I certainly would not be running a marathon today, that was for sure. I’d be lucky enough to even walk across the room with how sore I was just laying here in the softness of our bed.
“Good morning,” Zachariah smiled as he saw me awake.
I turned my head, seeing him propped up by his elbow, a hand under his head as he lay on his side watching me. His eyes seemed brighter today, like something had been lifted off his shoulders. A lazy, happy grin lay on his lips as he watched me.
“Told ya I’d fuck you into next week,” he joked.
“And it was amazing,” I smiled, pleased.
He returned my smile tenfold. His other hand ran down my cheek before cupping my face tenderly.
“You’ll be sore most of the day,” he stated, concern lacing his voice.
Why was he worried about that? I had asked for it, quite a few times if I remembered correctly. I knew his lifestyle was all about passion, and I wanted to experience it. All of it. I knew he could have even been rougher with me last night, but he knew my boundaries and just the right amount of what I could take.
Hard sex was as amazing as making love. Mixing the two was even better.
“That’s all on you,” I yawned out. I went to cover my mouth as the huge yawn escaped, finding my arms almost too sore to move. Apparently, having my hands pinned above my head as Zachariah took me like I had begged for was enough to warrant every inch of me being sore.
“You wanted it rough,” he countered easily.
“And you gave it,” I sighed out, letting my body relax into the bed. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Here,” he pushed himself up, careful to not jar the bed in the process. He reached to the nightstand beside him, taking ahold of a cup of water and two small red pills. He helped to place the pain relievers into my mouth, and then tipped the cup upwards for me to drink.
I was thirstier than I had expected, downing the entire contents of the cup in one swift gulp.
“I’ll go run you a bath. It’ll help loosen your sore muscles,” he said before walking towards the en suite. He didn’t have a care in the world as he took sure steps, still naked as much as I was.
I heard the running water, then shortly the scent of aloe and lavender reached me. I let my eyes slide close, too worn out to keep them open despite the late hour. A bath did sound amazing, if only I could find the strength and will to get up and move.
The idea of moving was just too much. I didn’t want to move from this bed. Ever.
“Still tired?” Zachariah asked as he stood next to the bed looking down at me, a soft smile still in place.
“I shouldn’t be,” I said, willing myself to move.
“Oh, you should be,” he said, raising his eyebrow at my words. “You wanted to feel what I did to you, and now you have. Plus, the first few times can take a lot out of you.”
“Hmm,” I hummed in response. I was still learning about the lifestyle that he liked. He didn’t always have to have such demanding tendencies, but last night they had come out full force, and without warning.
“At least let me help you,” Zachariah said before he began to lift me in his arms.
I was too sore to fight him as he picked me up, one arm under my legs, and the other under my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he got me situated. My head rolled to his shoulder, too tired to fight to keep it up.
Zachariah merely laughed at my response.
“The first time is always the most tiring,” he mused as he began to walk to the bathroom where the water was still running. “Not to count, but I did make you cum four times last night.”
“Saying I’m easy to please?” I joked.
