Elrien had woken up first that morning, he lay perfectly still for what could be hours, watching the human beside him sleep with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
Yuta's breathing was deep and even, but exhaustion was written in every line of his peaceful face.
A small smirk of satisfaction tugged on Elrien's lips, he had slept better than he had in centuries. But looking at how worn out Yuta appeared, it would probably be days before the human stirred. And he probably would keep whining in pain too. Elrien suddenly thought that he had to take better care of him, human creatures were so fragile, how could simple copulation wear Yuta out?
The sooner the human recovered, the quicker he could share another round of carnal lust with him.
The demon lord slipped from the bed with fluid grace, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure.
