Kaisen felt a shiver run through his body, like a colony of ants had decided to throw a rave in his bloodstream. He winced, clutching the spot where she had stabbed him.
The needle was long gone, but Kara's gaze was still locked onto him, like she was trying to download his entire soul through his eyes.
"What the fuck did you inject me with?!" he demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and irritation.
Kara's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Relax, naughty boy. It's just a simple medi stick. Let the chemicals do their thing, and in no time, you'll be all fixed up. Just relax and enjoy..."
As she whispered, her ass wiggled and ground against him, turning his situation from painful to painfully pleasurable.
Kaisen's brain was short-circuiting, torn between the rapid healing coursing through his veins and the erotic torment of her tight leather-clad body pressing into his.