Chapter Thirteen
I’m no stranger to Llewellyn’s bed now. It is my only home. In just a matter of a few days, we make love again – very gingerly. Just Llewellyn and I marking our territory together, intimately engaged in the ritual that made us fall in love. I think of nothing but being in his arms and the pleasure I can give him, how that brings me such joy. And such orgasms! I remain in bed nearly a week though I don’t bother to count the days. They all seem like one long and lovely day of joy that will never end. Llewellyn’s like a slave to me – although still very much my master – he waits on me attentively. The wounds are regularly dressed and he tells me that they’re healing well.
“I suppose this new wrinkle in our life means that I won’t have Kee and Michal again?” I suggest to
