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It was just a comforting touch.

And it seemed impossible—wrong, even—but I felt desire building. Strong. Undeniable. Almost overwhelming.

Suddenly, I was reminded about something I’d heard once. About how people tended to have sex after life-or-death situations, or even after funerals. Like some part of us innately needed to know we were still alive, that we could feel things, that everything was okay.

All I knew was that I needed him.

I pulled back enough to seal my lips to his, kissing him hard and hungry as I pulled him down over me on the bed, my arms and legs wrapping him up.

My hips rocked up against him as a low groan escaped him as his cock hardened against me.

“Mills, we can’t,” he murmured against my lips.

But I didn’t want to hear it.

We could.

We had to.

My restless hands yanked at his pants and underwear until I had his cock free, had the hard, thick length of him in my hand, stroking him until he was panting for breath, until he was as far gone as I felt right then.

“Fuck it,” he growled, sitting back on his knees, then reaching to yank my pants and panties off.

I reached for him, pulling him over me again, feeling him shift so his cock was against my cleft, rubbing, teasing, but not giving me what I needed.

“Mills, we can’t,” he murmured, sounding pained, in my neck, grinding down harder against me like that could satisfy me when I needed to feel him inside me, claiming me once again.

“It’s okay,” I told him, my fingers digging into his ass, trying to shift him down. “I’m on birth control,” I added, then gasped as the head of his cock teased over my clit. “And my tests are clear,” I added.

A low groan escaped him.

“I’m clear too,” he said, voice tight, as he shifted back, his cock pressing against me, then surging inside, the sensation more intense without anything between us. “Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressing to mine as he tried to find some control.

I didn’t want control.

I wanted him hard and fast, fucking me to oblivion.

I hooked my legs around him, and ground into him.

He took the hint, took the lead, fucking me exactly how I wanted it, his hand crushing against my mouth, muffling my moans as I got closer and closer, then cried out my release against his palm, the whole world falling away at the intensity of the orgasm.

Silvano fucked me through it before planting deep, his body jerking hard as he came.

We didn’t stay that way long.

We were too aware of Miko and Nero outside somewhere.

“Will you let me look at your arm?” I asked, feeling like I already knew the answer.

“No. Will you keep your ass in here while I talk to Miko and Neo?”

Seeing as I really didn’t want to see the bodies, I was totally alright with that.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, making his way out the front door.

Alone, I made my way to the bathroom, then set about collecting up some things I wanted to take with me. Namely, Storm’s things. And the clothes I bought since it would be a waste to leave them here. Oh, and the extra blankets because Silvano kept his place cool.

In the end, I’d pretty much packed up everything I’d originally brought to the cabin with me by the time Silvano came back with Nero in tow.

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