Page 106 of Even Robots Die
“Ready to go?”
Florentine is flushed with red on her cheeks, and I can’t shake the idea that I love this red even more than when I piss her off.
I just need to get myself under control.
I’m about to fly us again. I can’t be thinking about going down on her and tasting her in different ways now.
Florentine jumps from the table and walks to the door.
“Ready when you are.”
She opens the door and as soon as she’s locked it after us, I grab her behind her knees and under her armpits and take off.
I’m not about to carry her like I did on our way here.
It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s actually easier for me to fly with her legs wrapped around me, but I can’t risk it now.
My cock is still as hard as a rock and I can’t make it go down. I wouldn’t want her to realize that I’m still sporting a hard on and having to fly in this position.
The effect of my bite is bound to withdraw any minute now, and I can’t have her feeling that I’m very much still aroused by her even minutes after.
I’m not ready for the moment she realizes I robbed her of her free will, even just for a minute.
And me still being hard when that happens would make it extremely awkward.
I fly us to our destination without a word.
Florentine seems to be lost in her thoughts, so Idon't bother her.
Has she realized by now that the bite made her horny and that I took advantage of it?
I drop us in the little park near therue Faubourg Saint-Honoréand shift my wings away immediately.
It’s already bad that I’m flying us everywhere, but at least this time night is falling and I don’t stand out like a sore thumb in the bright blue sky anymore.
Before we start walking down the street in the direction of the address she found, Florentine stops me and grabs my hand.
She turns it over to look at the pad of my right index finger. There is still a bit of blood smudged along the finger, but I couldn’t care less. Her fingers are cold against the palm of my hand and her eyes are looking for something.
“It’s already gone …” she says in disbelief.
“Shifters heal faster,” I tell her. It’s true, but we heal even faster if we shift, and if I had done that in her workshop, we would have avoided that whole debacle a few minutes ago.
But I wouldn’t know the taste of her blood … the taste of her lips …
I have a feeling it’s going to haunt me day and night for the rest of my life.
“Why did you put my finger in your mouth?” I ask, still not comprehending how that happened.
Florentine flushes crimson.
“You’re an ass,” she tells me. “Don’t mock me.”
I grab the hand that just dropped mine and wrap my other hand around her throat so I can tip her face up to look at me.
“No. I’m genuinely trying to understand.”
She seems to mull over my words and gulps down. I can feel it against the palm of my hand.
