Chapter 194

(Dean POV)

I open my eyes to the familiar surroundings of my living room. At last, I'm back to reality and no longer tied up to a damn chair,

thank God—I'm curled up on the couch with a blanket covering me.

I blink a few times to adjust my vision, making sure I'm still not in a dream state. I look past my feet, expecting the love of my life to

be sitting there. To my disappointment, Annabel is no where to be found.

I sigh and sit up. I look down between my legs and notice a large

tent in my shorts. I pet my cock that's full of desire, full of frustration. In response, my cock throbs through the fabric. I moan

softly. Fuck me. I really need to find her.

I take another look around. Still no signs of her. I vacate the couch and head upstairs. I immediately stop by our bedroom. The door is

ajar.

I peek around and find the goddess herself sleeping soundly in our

bed. Memories of the countless, unholy activities we've d