"If you really wanted me to stop, you would have to use a better word than that," Khell'ar said as I drank, reminding me of my safe word. Did that mean he wanted to have sex again? Surely it had been more than a dozen times in the night? Had I imagined some of it? Maybe the soft frottage in the middle, but no, my stomach was still sticky from where he'd come on me. So were my thighs, my lips and cheeks and jaw and… Khell'ar was grinning, eyes crinkled at the corners, as I grew more alert. I was a mess. Every inch of me was sore and every inch of me had been licked and kissed and sucked. My
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