"Spread your legs, pet." Were we still playing or was this—? I hesitated too long, and his hand grasped my leg closest to him, pulling it to hang over the edge of the bed. You could tell him to stop, I thought as his eyes fixed to my sex. I pursed my lips flat, and he hummed, gaze hooding with satisfaction. "I said I wasn't sore." His eyes weren't as vivid in daylight, and it was easier now to see the way his irises spread brightly out in dark orbs, shades of gold and copper. "You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."
