CHAPTER 107: Surrender

NYX'S POV

After our unnecessary banter, we spoke for a while then settled in comfortable silence. Our body decorated the bed like beautiful paintings on a canvas. We lazily sprawled out there, tired and wet like a mother's napkin on a Sunday evening after all the days cooking and stress- the only difference was that ours was sex. Hot and steamy. Passionate and filled with fury.

After our heated make out session. I felt sore and weak from all the; screaming, ramming and slamming.

Gosh, it was intense. I'm sure if I didn't stop him our last make out would have turned into a full blown sex.

I turned a little as I looked at his sleeping form, he looked peaceful and sweet. His arms were still loosely draped around my waist, his big body overshadowing mine and In an odd way I kinda felt safe.

Oh, Nyx. I whined, trying to get a grip on myself. People did feel safe in people's arms but what was mine about? As a slave feeling safe in my masters arms should actually be a crime. I was his prey