In love with his own killer

XXXVII

Chapter 37
Treasure's POV:

Ouch. Ow ow ow. What the actual fuck?
I've never felt this kind of pain after a night of sex.I stirred uncomfortably out my sleep but froze when I felt someone next to me.

No way. Last night was real. I mean I hoped it was real and not a dream because then that would be fucked up.

Next to me was Elijah sound asleep like we didn't have the most dirtiest sex ever.
I stayed still so he could stay asleep. We was up all night. Literally. After we moved to the bathroom, he sat me on the counter and we just talked because I needed an intermission. It will always surprise me that he knows how to act like a good, decent human being. After my short break he fucked me on the counter then took a bath with me. He was just gonna run a bath for me but a little look and a please had him joining me. Which led to doing it in the shower when we were supposed to rinse off.

We eventually did end up showering then we got out. I don't know how but we were talking some more and we did actually did it in his closet. I think I mentioned that he's a liar because we didn't we didn't ended up doing it. He  didn't like being called a liar. Believe or not he still wasn't tired after that but i was, so he brought me to bed.

He did fool me though. We were sleeping with my back pressed against him. But then his hands were snaking their ways in the wrong places and he would kiss my neck or shoulders from time to time. Of course I'm going to get horny again.

I turned around to face him, just to find him smirky. He was plotting on me this whole time. But I gave in and he just would not stop. Like he's been craving this forever and now that he has it he can't get enough of it. And boy do I love that feeling.

I passed out when he was finally done. Now, I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my vagina. My stomach feels so weird, I'm pretty sure I'm injured and I need to get checked out.

I looked at the clock, that's sitting on his night stand and it reads 8:33. My sleep lasted for only 4 hours which might explain why I'm awake and he isn't.

I quietly and carefully moved around to be on my stomach while his arm is still around me.

I looked and stared at him and his imperfections like he did with me. He's a beautiful man, inside and out and I'm glad I got to see it. Just looking at him reminded me all of yesterday, from the date to our late night activities and I couldn't help but smile.

He's a work of art. From his face all the way to his body. Even his tattoos it's all connected someway somehow. The only one that's different and caught my eye is the one behind his ear. It's in some language that's definitely not Italian. Definitely have to ask him about that later.

I continued my examine, tracing the tips of my fingers softly across his tattooed chest. "You done looking?" He said with his eyes close.

"No." He opened his eyes, meeting mine. "Good Morning."

"Good morning Tesoro. What time is it?" He brought me even closer than how I was before, closing his eyes, wanting to go back to sleep.

I got up from stomach, to see the clock over his shoulder. "8:42. Is it your time to go?" He shook his head no.

"Do you regret anything?" I had to ask because he could have felt how he felt last night but feel something completely different right now. Him staying in bed and not waking up to a cold empty room alone is already a good sign. He won't even let me go. His arm never let my waist go throughout the whole night.

"Not with you no. You?" His eyes were closed but he opened the one eye that was in my view.

"No." He opened his other eye. I took my foot and wrapped it around his waist.