Bab 164: Another Argument

Adeline was hoping Elias was joking. He wasn't. They did it on the bed, at the edge of it, and upon the headboard, until her trembling legs gave out, and her body twitched at his touch. 

Adeline had lost count of the minutes that passed, until her thoughts were plagued by his cold caress, the heat of her body, how warm he filled her, the sound of their skin slapping against each other, and his quiet grunts.

"Would you like a bath?" Elias cooed, his fingers kneading her scalp. He laid on the bed, naked, with her head tiredly resting on his chest. His gaze flickered to her thigh which was dangerously curled around his slowly rising manhood.

"Yes," Adeline mumbled. 

Adeline was exhausted. There were marks all over her pale skin, and hickies were bound to form. She'd need to wear a turtle-neck shirt today, or else everyone would know.

"I feel sticky," she added on, her voice lowering an octave.