"Take your shirt off," my words took him by surprise. He raised his eyebrow as I took his hand guiding him to the bed.
I made him sit and straddled him. The look of pure desire and hunger in his made me almost feel bad about what I was about to do to him. He grabbed be my face, placing his lips on mine in a rough kiss. His shirt was still on, I placed my hand on the hem of his shirt. I took the shirt off and before he could go any further I placed a hand on his bare chest stopping him.
"Enough that's it," I said pulling back and taking a good look at his wounds that were replaced by bruises now. He watched me panting, "Your wounds have healed, Great!" I said smiling.
I got up, throwing his shirt on him. "Put this back on, just wanted to have a look at those." the look on his face was
