I shook my head at him, unable to stop a grin from breaking through.
Then I drew in a breath and leaned down, hovering my lips over his wound.
He went utterly still. “Oh,that’show you’re gonna—”
His words caught in his throat as I licked along the harmed skin, calling forth my power.
I was only just through the first swipe when he started moaning out.
I kept going, focusing as I carefully slicked my tongue over the wound.
“Fuck… ohfuck!”he started crying out, bucking on the bed, pulling at the sheets with his free hand, and struggling to keep his arm that I was working on steady.
“Ungh… that feels… don’t stop!Fuck,baby, you can heal me any time! Ah!Ah!”
I blinked, struggling to keep going while he was reactingsostrongly. Like, beyond what I’d even thought.
I saw his dick harden against his pants. He tugged at his shirt, fisting it.
Then he startled me as he brazenly grabbed his dick and started working it even with the fabric in the way.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it for several moments. I’d never seen a man… do that in this way before. So… out there. So in-your-face. I mean, no, not literally. Although, the idea of that right now actually seemed hot as fuck.
Stop. Get control.
I looked away and focused on the damaged skin, noting that it was healing very well now.
Almost completely done.
The marks were just a couple more licks away from fading entirely and he’d be good to go.
I licked up and down, trailing along the path of the remaining damage, covering every micro-inch carefully. Leaving any part untouched would result in him still suffering from pain flare-ups.
I swirled my tongue after the final lick, then raised my head and looked out at him again.
He was panting, his burning and hooded eyes fixed on mine.
Son of a bitch.
The intensity he was sending my way was out of this world.
I could barely breathe through it.
I knew as soon as I’d finished the healing, what he’d been feeling had worn off instantly.
The fact he was looking at me like this now when it was over… it wasn’t about that.
It was real.
I swallowed hard and only just managed to speak. “You’re healed. Good to go.”
I released his arm and he let it drop down on the bed beside him.
He didn’t move, just staring at me.
My gaze flicked to his tented pants. He’d ceased working his cock, his hand in a stilled state around it now.
“Mind using that Chill Blast, baby? Just a fucking little, though.”
