Eira's POV
"Want more?" he asked.
Still clinging to him, I shook my head. No more.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
I hummed.
"Sit here for a moment," he said and moved to the sink to wash his hands. Then he picked up my pants and helped me put them on.
All that time, I stared at him quietly. Sensing my gaze, he looked at me. "What? Something?"
I shook my head, but still asked, "What about you?"
"I am fine," he said in a resolute tone. "Just worry about yourself."
I shut my mouth, sensing how tightly he was holding himself together. I could clearly see the bulge through his pants.
He caught my gaze and said, "Don't tempt me. It won't end well for you."
I quickly looked away. He was dead serious when he said it.
What should I do? I had no answer.
In the past six years, it's always men came to me, filled whichever hole of mine they preferred, fucked me and left, while I only blanked my mind from it.
