72 **Good Or Bad Choice?

"You're not going to pee or spit on me are you?" I anxiously asked, mouth slightly agape in horror of the mental image that my twisted mind managed to procure. I shivered apprehensively.

If Eros was going to pee on me, he would probably have to knock me unconscious first or else I would scream bloody murder.

"No. I could never do that to you," he reassured with a light kiss on my brow.

At his reassurance, I released a deep breath I didn't know that I was holding.

I was rather relieved because I wasn't too sure there for a millisecond or so.

"I'm sorry, Emira," he whispers against my temple after noting my uncomfortable expression at that rather gross memory that was somehow engraved onto my mind.

I gave him a shaky smile, looped my arms around his neck and rested my weight against his chest.

"I can remove their scent with my saliva," he informed as he lathered my face with his heated kisses.

His lips softly pressed against the bump on my forehead, that hadn't quite healed, with such care and delicacy that I barely felt his warmth against it.

My lashes lowered.

My head tipped back slightly to give him better access to my face as the comforting sparks quickly to littered my skin in vast amounts.

"Even my hair?" I don't know why that thought came to mind, but can you imagine how much spittle would be needed to wet all of this?

Gross.

"I don't know how I feel about this." My nose wrinkles once again at the unnecessary mental image my mind keeps supplying me with.

"It's either you let me lick you or ejaculate all over you. I don't mind either one," he said against my temple.

His lips brushed lightly against my skin at every word.

I shivered again at that low intonation of his voice, and the hairs at the back of my neck quickly stood on end.

I don't know why, but I kept imagining myself as a baby pup getting cleaned and licked by an adult wolf.

How weird is that?

"I doubt you have that much, Eros." I snort in a rather unladylike fashion.

Eros smirks rather slyly at me, and his eyes narrowed devilishly as if I had just declared some sort of challenge that he wanted to take up.

I mean it took almost 4 or 5 men to do all that on me.

I really doubt that he would be able to do all that by himself.

But, all jokes aside, I don't want to be proven wrong.

Can you imagine?

"You'd be surprised, Emira," Eros said mysteriously with this mischievous look on his face that makes me decide not to question him in case I regret it in the future.

"You know what, I'll just take the licking," I hurriedly replied in case things take a detour in the wrong direction, but I'm sure that it's already heading south the moment I agreed to let him lick me.

"Good choice," he complimented.

From the edge of my vision, I noticed his eyes turn one shade darker.

Nothing's going to happen. Eros is just going to help me get rid of the residual scents still on my body.

How bad could it be?

The more I thought about it, the faster my heart palpitated.

I was assured Eros could hear the sound because the corner of his mouth quirked in response, and he gave me this slightly hooded yet sexy knowing look.

Is it weird to anticipate being licked?

Because I can't help the odd feeling of anticipation that built in my belly as he kissed along my temple and cheeks with such burning slowness.

It made me excited.

Does that make me sick?

Before long, Eros manages to pull me from my elusive thoughts and back to reality again.

His face is enlarged in my vision and his hot mouth closes over mine.

Eros kisses me with such consuming heat that it purges a strangled moan from my throat.

Our tongues slid across one another, playfully tangling together in the beginnings of a french kiss.

Then, his tongue thoroughly perused my mouth.

It slid pleasurably against the roof of my mouth and then to the side of my cheek.