Chapter 34
Avidya
Becoming aware of my surroundings, I noticed my arms were no longer tied above my head, nor was I alone. I could feel someone laying underneath me as my head rested on a moving body part. I assumed it was a chest, but wasn’t entirely positive as I refused to open my eyes.
I’m not sure what happened, as the last thing I could remember was coming apart at the seams as Zachariah pulled me deeper into his lifestyle. Now, I felt content just laying here as I breathed lightly in and out. I never wanted to move; never wanted to wake up and face whatever would come at us next.
I could die here and be happy knowing that everything had felt complete in my life for once. It wasn’t something that happened all that often.
It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn’t. But I did know for a fact that the body I was using as my personal pillow was very much real as the chest moved up and down as he took in slow, deep breaths.
I was sure it was Zachariah as I regained my senses. His scent, along with the few chest hairs, tickled my nose.
I couldn’t help but groan out as feeling began to slowly come back to my limbs. It was a mix between floating and being asleep. A strange combination.
What the Hell happened?
“It’s okay,” Zachariah mumbled as he ran a hand down my naked back. “Take your time to come back to earth. I got you, Kitten.”
I hummed, liking that idea. All my worry melted away at the sound of his voice.
I fought to open my eyes, noticing that the room was slightly brighter than I recalled. The sun was starting to rise, shining in through the curtains.
I don’t know how long I lay there, letting everything come back to me slowly. I let my mind wander over what had happened during the night, and how I couldn’t remember how I ended up atop my husband.
“Hey there,” Zachariah greeted me as I moved my eyes to meet his. At that small movement, my body became aware of just how sore I was from head to toe. How long had I been tied up at his mercy? Why was I so sore from that, anyhow? “Welcome back.”
I blinked at him. My brain was slow to register his words.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asked. His hand still ran up and down my back, keeping me calm by touch alone.
“Sore,” I whispered out. “Thirsty, too.”
“Can you sit up?” he asked. “I have water for you.”
With a groan, I pushed myself up. Every single muscle cried out in pain as I moved. But at the same time, the pain felt good.
How was that possible?
“Drink,” he ordered, handing me a bottle of water. I was still dazed as he moved around. My head felt light, like I was up in the air while part of my body was down here on this bed.
I gladly took it from his hand, although he didn’t remove his own hand wrapped around it. It was good as my own hand hardly wanted to work.
A small drop of water escaped my parted lips as I drank the cold water, soothing my parched throat. It felt as though I hadn’t had a drop to drink for days.
“Better?” he asked as I lightly pushed his hand away.
I nodded my head slowly. I felt so many things all at once, yet nothing at all.
“Come here, Avidya,” Zachariah said, his voice soothing and soft as though if he said the wrong thing I could freak out.
Would I freak out? What was going on?
He pulled me to him, his back leaning against the headboard. I couldn’t help but lean into him, soaking up his warmth and scent. In his arms, I was content and wanted to be nowhere else.
“How sore are you?” Zachariah asked out.
“Sore,” I muttered out. My thoughts were fuzzy. Ifeltfuzzy.
