SIGRID

I was suddenly lifted off the ground, clinging to his neck, my feet suspended in the air.

He walked toward the bed and gently laid me down.

“Thank you. Are you alright?” For a moment, I completely lost track of my act and just was myself, at least for once.

“Yes, my lady. Thanks to your healing, I feel much better. Are you in pain?” His face was close to mine, my fevered skin burning again, desire swirling in my belly, clouding my senses.

“I’m fine, Silas, it was just… something strange. I’ll want to ask you some questions later,” I said, my tongue heavy, my eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton.

I lay on the bed, but I was sticky all over; my discomfort was obvious.

He moved away, and I heard his footsteps. Maybe he was leaving, I didn’t know. I could only think about sleeping and having countless orgasms…

I closed my eyes without meaning to; Electra’s energy was drained, wounded. I needed to rest to restore it.

Damn witch, pretending to be strong but such a weakling.

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