Maliya's POV:
He made love to me. Several times than one and after each round, he wrapped me in his arms lovingly.
I fell asleep again and when I woke up, he was still holding onto me and sleeping peacefully. A smile creeped into my lips and I remained still, not wanting to wake him up as I needed to enjoy this moment properly.
After about five minutes, I decided it was time to return to my room. Because we had s*x did not mean that we shared rooms now. Besides, we were divorced and he was entitled to his privacy.
Slowly, I slipped out of his arms but it was too late because he pulled me back, pressing his head into my neck.
"Where are you going?" He asked in a groggy voice, breathing heavily in the process.
"Uhm, back to bed?"
"And isn't this bed?" He whispered, his fingers tra
