I lay there, my body feeling like a live wire. The naked man didn’t stop at his tongue. He moved back up, his knees pushing my legs even wider. I saw him reach for his c**k, his length hard and ready.
Wait—did he want to f**k me? Yes. At that point, I knew. I wanted it. My body was begging for him to fill the ache that was hollow and burning inside me, even if this was too weird for someone who should be thinking of an escape route.
But still, my senses told me this man wasn't wearing protection.
"Wait," I choked out, my hand weakly pressing against his chest. "You’re not... you don't have protection."
I looked toward the sofa, toward the man who held my life in his hands.
"Don't worry, kitten," Xercer’s voice rumbled across the room. He didn't move; he didn't blink. "All my tools are
