Chapter 39
Avidya
I never wanted to leave Zachariah’s arms. Ever. He was my safe spot. I was content and happy. Sedated.
My eyes refused to open. My body refused to move.
My mind was blank as I regained my breathing. My body light as a feather as I drifted off.
I was now thoroughly worn out.
It only felt like moments later when Zachariah was shaking me, rousing me as he stood up from the couch.
I made some inhuman noise before his tired voice answered back. “Getting you cleaned up.”
I kept my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck, breathing in his musky scent as he took slow steps up the stairs and towards our bedroom.
I clung to him. Both arms and legs wrapped almost too tight around him. Not that he complained about it.
Once in the bathroom, he sat me on the counter next to the sink and turned on the water. From somewhere, he grabbed a wet washcloth.
Stepping back from me, my limp arms fell into my lap as I watched in in a tired haze as he cleaned me up with the warm washcloth. I couldn’t help but hiss out from the contact at my core.
“Sorry,” he said. “I may have worked you too much.”
“It’s fine,” I mumbled out. I certainly would do it again.
When he was finished cleaning me up, he rinsed the washrag out before quickly cleaning himself up. Afterward, he picked me back up and I quickly wrapped myself around him. I never wanted to part with him.
I don’t remember Zachariah putting me to bed. I don’t remember being wrapped in a blanket, nor do I remember much of anything after being cleaned. I just remember how loved I felt, I had never been taken so well care of, even when I was sick.
I woke up an empty bed, the sun shining brightly into the room. It was too bright to be morning, that much I knew.
Turning onto my back, I stretched my limbs out. I wasn’t nearly as sore this morning and felt more refreshed than I had this past couple of weeks.
Sitting up, I found that I had one of Zachariah’s shirts on me, and also a bottle of water sitting on the nightstand. A small smile graced my lips at the care Zachariah went through just for me.
I chugged most of the water, feeling like I hadn’t had anything to drink for days instead of just hours. I never knew just how much three orgasms could take out of someone.
After using the bathroom and quickly taking a shower as my skin was sticky from sweating. Two workouts in a day was a lot to handle, that was for sure.
After tossing on some clothes, not really caring what I put on, I made my way downstairs. Hearing voices coming from the office, I headed in that direction.
Pausing in the doorway, I saw Travis talking to my husband, both using hushed voices.
I softly knocked on the door, gaining their attention.
“Hi, Kitten,” Zachariah said, a soft smile that was just for me on his face. “How did you sleep?”
“Really good,” I answered, blushing as I remembered why I slept so wonderfully.
“Good,” he said.
“Hey,” Travis said, waving a hand my way. “Sleepyhead.”
“Hey,” I replied.
“Come here,” Zach said, holding out his arms for me.
