— ZORYN —
We managed to get me into some clothes, but I'm not sure it was even worth it—my inner thighs are completely soaked despite being wiped clean multiple times, both from my heat's natural lubrication, and from Ren's semen still leaking.
I feel agonizingly empty, and my head is starting to hurt, but when I sit on the floor by our living room table and look at the spread food in front of me, I take in a determined breath.
I am hungry, even if I can't feel it the way I usually do, and this all smells so fucking good.
Roan has already put all my favorites onto a plate and dished up a bowl of the soup I love. He slides it in front of me with a toothy grin, "Eat up."
I gingerly pick up one of the rolls and shove it into my mouth. "Hell yeah," I say between chews. "Thanks, Roan."
"Anytime," he starts digging in himself, and the two of us start chatting like we usually do.
