¬ Fashire
Shit.
Shit.
SHIT!
How had I forgotten?
I had been so consumed by my own need and blinded by my fury that I had completely failed to consider the obvious.
Damn it.
My hands were shaking again.
A strange sensation twisted in my chest. Guilt, panic, and an unwelcome tenderness that I didn't know what to do with.
She didn't even answer my question.
I held perfectly still, even though every instinct screamed at me to move. She was so tight around me. My body ached to thrust, to take, to claim.
'Stop. Stop…'
What was I even doing? I felt her pain fade, and surely enough, she would start feeling pleasure from…
My thumb traced slow circles against her hip. I caught myself doing that unconscious gesture, and almost stopped.
Her breathing steadied.
"Just—" she breathed out. "Get it over with."
I frowned. "This is really not the time to be—"
