an Everlasting Pursuit

fifty six

A gentle swaying alerted me to the fact that someone was carrying me. I firmly pressed my head against a clean smelling shirt, my legs draped over a strong and sturdy arm. The entirety of my body was warm and fuzzy, and the smell of their cologne was enough to have me hum with content. Pushing my head further upwards, I pressed my face into their throat, feeling their body vibrate with a growl.

I knew that growl anywhere.

Asra.

My mind was still hazy with sleep as he carried me somewhere, and it wasn't until he lowered me into a comfortable bed that I stirred. Rolling over, I nestled my head into the ever-so comfy pillow as he placed a blanket over me.

"Go back to sleep." Asra murmured, kissing my temple.

I didn't fight it. Accepting the comfort of my bed and his scent was enough to have my exhausted mind fall dark once more.

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Rolling over, I hit a brick wall. I grunted, lifting my head from the confining heat to make sense of where I was. First thing I saw was a familiar tattooed chest, encased in fine hairs and defined muscle.

An arm suddenly wrapped around me, the body in question groaning. "Don't roll away."

"Asra?" I mumbled curiously.

I pulled myself up onto my elbow, assessing my surroundings as I rubbed my eyes free from sleep.

"Tulip." He hummed, grunting as I jabbed him. "You have rather sharp elbows, you know."

I ignored his sly comment, looking around at the strange room I found myself in. The walls were a soft white, contrasting the dark blue wall that the bed rested beside. The carpet was a dark blue, matching the wall. Was I in Asra's room? I was a bit taken aback by the colour, expecting a dark dungeon of a bedroom. The bed sheets were black, however, the headboard behind me a white wood to contrast the blue wall.

I never knew Asra was so clean. He seemed chaotic, not... white bedroom clean.

"Why am I in your room?" I wondered.

He sighed, and I dropped my eyes from his spotlight ceiling to find his dark blue eyes already on me. It took me aback, seeing his face so free of emotion and so... smooth and soft. I don't think I have ever seen him so relaxed. He was even tense when he slept in my room that one time.

"I carried you here." He shrugged, wrapping his arm around my hips as I sat upright. "They cleared you to leave the hospital and yet you stayed."

I frowned, looking away from him. "That's because I wanted a night without the... looks."

"Looks?" He asked, digging his fingers into my hip.

"Yeah." I sighed. "Of where I have been... of my new shiny bite."

He grunted, spinning me around into his lap. I shrieked with alarm at the new direction, landing rather roughly on his crotch. His hands flexed around my waist, his torso lying back on the pillows as he gazed up at me. I squirmed slightly as I felt his hardened cock beneath me, prodding me right in the thigh.

Swallowing, I avoided direct eye contact, which only made him chuckle.

"I apologise. My body has reactions in the morning that your touch only seems to ignite." He chuckled, pushing some hair behind my ear. "I will do nothing to you until you are ready. I may be a beast, but I am not that beastly."

Memories of what Eve said to me shot to mind, and I debated on telling him. He seemed calm, settled, considering how many times he stormed off yesterday.