After a mad night of s*x with almost no words spoken - unless "Please" or "Stop teasing me dammit!" counted - they ended up back in the common room. They needed to because her body required time to recuperate from his vigorous, if welcome, lovemaking.
Ever since his jealous fit, and his strange request that Chloe declare she belonged to him, he'd acted like a cyborg on a mission. He made her scream in pleasure, over and over, his light blue eyes staring at her with such intensity that it frightened her, and yet at the same time, she reveled in it. Pretended it meant he felt something for her that went beyond enjoying her as a s****l convenience. That he cares for me.
A foolish fantasy. She couldn't pretend to understand what he wanted from her, well, other than s*x. That was obvious But
