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“Keep going.” I’m already rocking my hips against his touch as he makes slow circles, gathering the slick from my hole to rub around my clit.
I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s made me come today. Each time he must have been paying attention, though, because in no time he has me right on the edge.
Lips tease at my neck in a kiss far more tender than I would have dreamed. One large hand cups and kneads at my breast while he flicks my clit with the smallest movements.
My body seizes. My muscles feel sore from overuse.
I clutch his arm as I tremble with the force of burning pleasure that feels like a relief when it’s over.
“There, flower. Is that enough? Should I keep going?”
“No. That’s enough,” I gasp. My breathing steadies as I come down.
Erserro sighs again and brushes hair back from my sweaty forehead. “Please forgive me. I never meant for this.”
I slump against him, letting him hold me up just like I’m an enormous doll. I don’t have the energy for anything more. It’s not the first time he’s asked for my forgiveness. I gave it reluctantly at first, but the longer he nurses me, the more I forget what I was even mad about in the first place.
“It’s OK.” I’m mumbling. My eyes are heavy again.
He lays me onto my side and curls around me. I love the feeling of his cool strength behind me, holding me close. “Still wish I could see your eyes,” I tell him as my own drift closed.
Erserro groans. “Ask me for anything except that. I’d give anything to make you feel better, but not that, flower.”
I want to reply, but I can’t muster the energy. Instead, I fall asleep in his arms, my pussy still fluttering with the aftermath of my orgasm. And I dream of steel-gray eyes that seem to hold the whole world in their depths.
I’m woken by Erserro stroking my face and softly calling my name. “Tamsin, time to wake.”
I groan. “Why?”
He chuckles. “Because your body needs food. The venom should be wearing off by now.”
“Don’t want to.” I fumble until I can find the blanket and pull it over my head.
“Oh no, you don’t.” A thick tail slides beneath the blankets and they’re pulled back, letting in bright daylight again.
“What time is it?”
“Noon. Tuesday.”
“Tues—” I blink, sitting and rubbing at my eyes. “But it was Sunday.”
“It was.” The look he gives me is so rueful, even without being able to see his eyes, I can’t help smiling.
“Well, I suppose your punishment was to look after me for two days.”
His expression—as much of it as I can see—turns very serious. “That was my duty, after what I did. And...” He pauses.
“What?”
“...and my pleasure. Though I should be more ashamed of that.”
I’m about to reply when something occurs to me. “Missy! My cat! Oh no!”
Erserro coughs. “I took care of that, too.”
I frown. “You did? How?”
“I took your keys from your purse and sent a staff member to your apartment.”
