"Yawnnn."
Orion woke up the next day. Peering out the window, he realized it was already the middle of the day.
"Thank God I booked this room for two days," he muttered.
He looked around and froze. The bed was half torn, the painting lay on the floor, and white stains covered the sheets and walls.
Holy shit… I really went overboard last night, he thought.
He felt a flicker of pride… but then remembered Sofia. She wasn't a dragon like him, and he worried he might have been too rough.
Gently, he tugged at her sweaty, messy body.
The moment he touched her, she shivered in pleasure. She was… that sensitive.
Orion blinked in surprise, just as he was about to touch her again, when—
"I wove you… Orion," Sofia murmured sleepily, holding his hand with both of hers.
Orion chuckled. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
At his voice, Sofia fluttered her eyes, struggling to open them.
"We should freshen up… soon," Orion said as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
