You just woke up the next morning, feeling your legs gone cause of what happened last night causing you to frown and tried to go to the bathroom while sighing in relief

you got inside the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror seeing bite marks on your chest and neck down to your inner thighs, you washed your face and wiped it with a towel and got downstairs to see his muscular back with an apron on, you got behind him and ask "what are you cooking? " He look at you and smirked