Chapter 41

I spent the next two hours tangled in Gosto’s arms. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment my initial embarrassment dissolved and was replaced by the sheer pleasure of being with him. We lay together, limbs entangled, trading soft kisses and whispered breaths. Every second felt unfamiliar undiscovered, exquisite. This intimacy wasn’t just physical; it was immersive, absolute bliss.
Giving him my blood had left me utterly drained, my body limp and unresponsive. I could hardly lift a finger. Gosto, ever attentive, carried me to a warm bath he’d prepared, infused with fragrant oils meant to help me recover. He lowered me gently into the water, his arms never rushing, his touch reverent. Then he sat beside the tub, watching over me like a sentinel.
“You’re beyond beautiful,” he murmured, eyes sweeping over me in a way that left heat in their wake.