Chapter 18Elis woke up alone. It was nothing new. Latham was an early riser and wasn’t always there when Elis surfaced from sleep. Though, Elis was a little disappointed to discover Latham’s side of the bed empty and cold.
With great effort, he heaved himself up, loathed to leave the warmth of soft sheets. A note was folded on the bedside table from Latham, in Latham’s language. Elis huffed a laugh before leaning over and snatching it. He flopped back down into the pillows and began to translate.
Over the last few days, he’d become more proficient, with Latham testing him occasionally, sometimes leading to games which in turn ended in bouts of f*****g, depending on what Latham had written. Elis couldn’t help but smile at how he’d managed to win a long and torturous c**k sucking from Lath
