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"I don't know what you mean. Do you have a medical kit or something?"

He chuckled.

"Or something. Turn around, little kitten."

She hesitated only for a second before she listened. She didn't know what he was going to do, but the idea of being healed by a big, handsome man was calming to her. Somehow, she knew that this guy, out of all of the guys in the world, this one wasn't going to hurt her.

What was he going to do?

She couldn't be sure.

Hurting wasn't on the table, though. She was safe with him. He’d proven that already. She turned around, closed her eyes, and waited for him. In a minute, she felt his hands on her shoulders. They were a little rough and calloused, but not painful.

"He hurt you badly," the man whispered.

"Yes."

"Now it's time to heal."

Nothing happened for a second, and then she felt something soft and wet against her back. Was he washing her? She hadn't noticed a washcloth in his hands, but a second later she realized what it was.

His tongue.

He was licking her wounds with his tongue.

What.

The.

Fuck?

She jumped up, but his hands held her firmly in place.

"I'm almost finished," he said.

Finally, he pulled away, and she turned around quickly to face him.

"What did you do to me?" Zoa asked.

Once more, his eyes dropped to her breasts, and she realized she'd forgotten about being topless. Quickly, she covered herself, but this time, she realized that she didn't want to. She was being modest and polite, but was it really so bad if this guy wanted to look at her?

She'd never had anyone who just wanted to admire her and to look at her body like this.

She thought she rather liked it.

"I healed you."

"You used your tongue."

"Yes."

"You're not human," she said. She was worried that it sounded like she was accusing him of something, but she wasn't. Not really. This was more of an observation, the same way she'd say, "You own a blue car," or "Your hat is purple."

He wasn't human.

"No."

"What are you?"


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