You weren’t thinking, too caught up in the throws of pleasure. You couldn’t really blame yourself. Xiao was a gorgeous man. The more you spoke to him, the deeper you felt for him. It had become so subconsciously heartfelt that before you even knew it, you were gone. You whined his name helplessly while in your most vulnerable state, eyes lidded and head tossed back, hands usually occupied by a weapon now occupied with yourself. Suddenly, the solitude of your bedroom was stolen away from you—the ancient being now before you.