Chapter 11Elis opened his eyes. It took heroic effort. He thought he must have fallen asleep, but he was still lying across Latham’s thighs, wrapped in his arms and held tightly. Violent shudders continued to shake his boneless body, and Latham was silently soothing him with his hands. His hot, sweat soaked skin was rapidly cooling, leaving him cold. He was empty, his spent c**k lying limp and lifeless atop his depleted sac.
Latham’s hand, hot as a brand, stroked the length of his torso while he shushed Elis gently, though Elis couldn’t utter anything other than the ragged breaths being dragged from his lungs.
“Come, get under the covers,” Latham ordered softly.
Elis didn’t think he could move if he tried. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay here and rest, despite the chill clinging to
