How dare you lay your filthy hands on him?

I placed my head on his shoulder after our fifth orgasm. Though I was still eager for more, I couldn't bring myself to ask for it.

“You are the best.”

“As if you've been with anyone aside from me.” I rolled my eyes at him. “What do you say, we go again?” I batted my lashes at him.

“We—” He froze.

“What's wrong?” I frowned at him.

“Get dressed, someone is coming.” He said before he helped me stand. He wore his trousers and turned to me. “Why aren't you dressing? Don't tell me you get off from being watched by others?” He growled.

“Someone is sounding a bit possessive.” I rolled my eyes at him before I hurriedly got dressed.

He flicked his fingers, and the room returned to how it was before we had sex. Even the strong smell of sex went with it.

“Wow. You have such badass powers. What else can you do? Can you conjure a bed?” I blinked.

A yelp escaped my mouth when a bed materialized in front of me.

“What else do you want me to do?” He asked in a bored tone.