I sleep deeply and wake up later to the feeling of being watched. When I open my eyes, I catch Makai watching me with a torn expression on his face. He smiles when he sees me watching him, the torn expression disappearing. I know why was looking at me that way. His gaze on the fading bruises on my skin betrayed his thoughts.
"Are you still worried about that?" I ask softly, even though I would rather pretend that I hadn't seen the look on his face.
He runs a gentle hand over the fading marks on my waist where he gripped me hard as he pounded into me last night. The memory sends a delicious shiver down my spine, and I bite my lip to stifle an aroused groan as blood rushes south into my dick.
Makai narrows his eyes thoughtfully as he no doubt smells my mounting arousal. "You really get off on the pain, don't you?"