162. Amor fetish(18+)

[Zeve’s POV]

(The present time.)

I woke up thinking I’d have to clean myself, but…

I was clean. There was no stickiness in any part of my body.

My hair was washed and had a faint jasmine aroma. For a second, I was confused whether last night was a dream or reality.

But my weak legs and soreness in my body were proof that last night was as real as Amor, who was sleeping soundly beside me.

I was in my white nightgown but wasn’t wearing anything under it.

I got up and sat leaning against the headboard as I contemplated Amor.

“Did you clean me?” I mumbled.

I smiled, seeing him sleep so peacefully.

His scent was still domineering and wild. Before I used to get restless around his scent, fidgeting and thinking all sorts of thoughts.

But I had inhaled him so up close yesterday that my senses were still savouring his scent. I breathed him in, leaning closer to his neck.

“My Amor.” I whispered.

He groaned in his sleep.

I flinched back, but the next moment, he grabbed my hand and