Enzo's POV
I don't remember when Alaric stopped moving, but I know I had already gone silent. The only thing that separated me from a dead man at that moment was the fact that I was still breathing. It felt like he was punishing me for asking for space between us, like he needed to remind me that no matter how far I tried to pull away, he would still have control.
Then, as if none of that had happened, he walked in wearing an apron an actual damn apron carrying a tray of food with a smug grin on his face. "Good, you're awake. I made you a nutritious breakfast," he announced proudly. And hell, he looked sexy. So sexy that I had to look away, afraid that my gaze would betray me and show him that I still wanted him wanted him desperately inside of me feeling every hole in my body even after everything from last night.
