Castriel’s POV
“You don’t have to carry me, I can walk.” Amelia protested, jolting me out of my thoughts and bringing a smile to my face as I looked down at her.
Her face was flushed and she could barely make eye contact when just some minute ago she was riding on me like a really good slut.
“Just shut up,” I laughed as I kissed her forehead and walked towards the bed, “all you had to do is stay quiet and let me take you to the bed but you can’t even do that.” I teased.
“That wasn’t what you said when you were getting your life squeezed out by—“
“Okay stop.” I cut in before she could finish and we both laughed. Getting to the bed, I laid Amelia down gently before putting the sheets over her.
Her eyes glistened and I could feel her gaze following me as I picked up the shirt I’d pulled
