"I can't have sex again," I pleaded, even though I knew it was a lie. I wanted to, no matter how weary I was. "Not yet," Khell'ar said, shrugging a massive shoulder and jostling me in his lap. "First, you'll eat." "And bathe." He growled and lifted me from the bed, tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of exhausted potatoes. His hand came down with a crack on my bare ass, and I shouted and turned red at the shocking release of fluid that slid out of me. "You're not in charge, petal." I was, though.
