Chapter 25 - The Flood- Part 1 [Puru]

Puru lay on the small bed, lids heavy from sleep. He felt the soft flesh of an arm resting on his bare chest. His lips curled at the memory of the previous night, the loud moaning, the fragrance, the soft form writhing under him, and the sweet taste of blood. It was too bright outside for him to go back to his slumber, so he forced his eyes open. The fair maiden's shapely head was nestled in the curve of his neck, her warm bosom pressed to his chest. Her soft long hair covered her bare back and wrapped them like a blanket.