The Deified Husband (1)

The next thing Milan knew… he was already waking up from a smoother floor. Underneath him was a thick blanket that was folded to give more insulation. His gaze was on the ceiling of the dark cave. However, since the candles were all lit again, he could see it above him.

Milan said he wanted to go for another round, but his body refused to move even. He could actually lift his arms and head, but his ass was like a grouchy grandma. The moment he engaged his core muscles, his body would just rattle in pain again.

This time, nothing was threading him from outside.

“Shucks… I didn’t come here to get fucked.” Milan forced his body to sit up and only let a moan out to deal with the pain. “Lasair… help me…”

“You mean in getting up?” Owen laughed as he spotted how the miserable bride was rolling on the folded blanket. “You don’t need a deity to help you with that. Here.”