59. The death of me

Anastasia...

A loud knock brought me up from my little nap, causing a groan to rasp out of me. My body tired and somewhat heavy. I peeled open one of my eyes to come face to face with a tattooed muscular pec. I shifted up, realising that I was straddling King and I had used him as my bed.

Never mind that but his third leg was still inside me.

My cheeks flushed knowing what sin we had committed not so long ago which had forced me into a quick nap. He fucked the energy all out of me, resulting in me falling limp on his beautiful tattooed body.

The man was still sleeping, which was weird because he hardly ever slept. Usually, he would sleep three hours to five hours max, but he never slept during the day and to think he was out was shocking.

He was a beautiful sight even though sleeping. His long dark eyelashes fanned against his hard, dark tanned cheeks. His dark, bushy eyebrows that were constantly furrowed were eased of any tension.