Chapter 11

Layla.

After resting my tired limbs, I struggled to my feet and on wobbly legs, headed to the kitchen. My body was sticky with sweat and our release and I wanted to have a bath right away but I had to wait, I wasn't done yet. When I arrived at the kitchen, the smell of mashed potatoes and chicken soup wafted through the hair and my stomach immediately grumbled, reminding me of how hungry I was. I had been too aroused to notice.

Dante craned his head to look at me, his brow raised in question but his lips turned up in a smile. "You're awake? Dinner is almost ready though."

"I fell asleep?" I asked as I went to grab a bottle of water. He nodded, checking the soup as it boiled.

"You looked it. I called your name several times but you didn't answer. I must have tired you out." He said, his voice dropping a few octaves at his last words. I felt my body warm up at his words and I looked at him, a wanton smile on my lips.

"I liked the way you tire me out though." I whispered, licking my lip