The culmination made me assume strange, anxious yet remorseful.
Ariston felt no such remorse when we lay back on the sheets later in the afternoon, both of us dehydrated and spent as cozy sun dribbled in over us through the window.
"The scarcity could be in Kyriakos," he clarified.
"Not you. With as many periods as I have had you today, you can not help but get pregnant."
He licked my earlobe and encircled his arms around me from rearward, allowing his hands rest on my breasts.
"I have crammed you up, Letha."
His voice was soft and proprietary, like he had just achieved something more concrete than sex. Unexpectedly I marveled who actually did have the strength in the bedroom after all.
I lay against him, wondering what I had accomplished and what I needed to do now.
