Chapter 598
By dawn, the bed was too disheveled to sleep in. The entire villa reeked of romance, and the bathroom floor was soaked with water.
Molly had given up complaining about Roy’s terrifying stamina. She was exhausted, yet she could clearly feel his lingering desire.
“Why are you still inside me? Get your penis out.” After the night they’d had, Molly’s voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Roy clung to her, reluctant to move. “No. It feels good like this.”
Molly draped herself over him. “I’m sleepy. Carry me somewhere to sleep.”
Roy kissed her lips, then lifted her and carried her to another room.
There, they collapsed onto the bed again. As he kissed her, he asked, “Are you sore?”
Molly yawned lazily and shook her head. She half-suspected Roy’s sperm had healing properties—after the night they’d had, she felt no discomfort at all.
“Can we sleep like this, then?” Roy nuzzled her, his eyes wet with hope.
Molly nodded, already drifting off.
Roy adored her indulgence and fell asleep contentedly beside her.
Meanwhile, Wallington had just slipped into the night. Shermaine remained in the study, the Orthish screen glowing as Apocalypse fed her data about the Vampire Clan.
The Vampire Clan was indeed a fiercely warlike race. They often engage in fights, and their conflicts with the other nine major clans were labyrinthine.
Shermaine was stunned to discover that Apocalypse’s database contained information on the entire galaxy—and it was constantly updating.
Dave had mentioned that Apocalypse’s core was stolen from the Mechanical Clan, one of the top ten races. The Mechanical Clan’s technology was unrivaled in the universe, with no other race coming close.
Dave had smuggled the core to the Kingdom of Xyperia, gifting it to the royal family, who’d built Apocalypse from it.
Apocalypse housed a library containing the sum of all cosmic knowledge. Shermaine devoured it.
Earth felt tiny in comparison, and this chance to explore the universe fascinated her. She was so absorbed that she didn’t notice Joshua entering with a glass of milk.
He was used to her focus and wordlessly lifted her into his lap.
Joshua had heard from Shermaine about Valmora and Faye. The universe beyond Earth sounded vibrant, worth exploring.
Since returning from the Kingdom of Xyperia, Shermaine had wanted to travel beyond Earth. With Dave as their guide, getting around would be effortless. Dave had once feared wandering far, but with Shermaine protecting him, he was bold.
But it was late, and time for bed. “Sheary, drink your milk.” Joshua still kept the habit of preparing milk for her at night.
Shermaine didn’t look up. “Feed me.”
Joshua smiled fondly, bringing the glass to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Shermaine complied, continuing to read as she drank.
Joshua fed her slowly, but she finished the glass quickly. A drop of milk lingered on her lip, softening the sharpness of her beauty, and he licked it away.
Shermaine asked, “Done?”
Joshua tilted her chin up. “Are you unsatisfied with me, Sheary?”
“I want to read more,” she said.
“It’s late. Time to sleep.” Joshua shut off the Orthish and carried her to their room.
Shermaine wasn’t upset—without his reminder, she might have read until dawn. After washing up, she lay in bed, still restless.
Joshua pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair. “Roy called me the other day. Said you gave Molly a pair of handcuffs.”
Shermaine laughed, “Mr. York, do you want to try being cuffed?”
“Not opposed to the idea,” Joshua said.
“You’re full of ideas,” she teased.
Joshua’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Spicing up our marriage, isn’t it?”
Shermaine brushed her leg against his, feeling his breath hitch. Desire flickered in his handsome eyes. He hooked a finger in the lace of her nightgown.
Shermaine warned casually, “Mr. York, move again, and our next time will be this day next year.”
The threat was worse than a nightmare.