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I got her on the edge of the bed and pulled down her shorts and panties in one swoop. She used to have hair between her legs, but now it was shaved clean. Hair or no hair, it didn’t matter to me. But I liked seeing her in greater detail than before.
She pulled her tank top over her head and revealed her perky tits underneath. They were full, round, beautiful. Her nipples were hard as if she was cold, when this room was already an inferno.
My shirt was pulled over my head, and I watched her reaction to me, like she liked my ripped physique, liked the sight of my two hard pecs and the valleys and grooves of my abs. Her brown hair was behind her on the bed, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her desire. Her pale cheeks were flushed with heat, and her eyes were so anxious, like she wanted this more than I did, like she wanted me inside her as soon as possible so she could finally feel better.
I dropped my sweatpants and boxers, my cock hard and more anxious than her hungry kisses. There was a slight drop in heat because I knew there would be a reaction to the change in my body.
But it was dark, and she was so deep in the moment she didn’t notice.
I moved on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and the sheets that I’d left a mess when I’d woken up that morning. My heavy body pressed her beneath me, and I looked at her, seeing a woman who had never wanted me more.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled on my hips, anxious to feel me, another second too long to wait. Her eyes were already watery with desire, her parted lips panting, and her hands dug deep into my hair as she pulled my face to hers, wanting my kiss to burn her mouth once again.
She moaned at my touch, like she hadn’t already kissed me, like it was the first time all over again.
My hand directed my dick inside her, and I paused the second I felt her wetness cover my throbbing head. It smeared all around me, coated me like a bottle of lube had been poured right on me. I kept going, kept sinking, moving into her wetness and tightness, breathing harder the more I felt her, every nerve in my body firing off and giving me unspeakable pleasure.
She moaned loudly when I was inside her, her lips hesitating against mine like she needed time to feel this, to treasure how good I felt deep inside her. Her fingers left my hair and dragged down my back, giving me her sharp nails like she knew I was man enough to handle it.
I hadn’t even started to thrust, and I already felt defeated.
She breathed against my mouth, labored and heavy, her hand holding on to the back of my neck. “Fuck…” She pressed her face into my cheek, her eyes closed, just breathing with me. Our bodies were connected, but nothing happened…and it was somehow the most passionate moment of our lives.
I started to move, holding myself on top of her so I could look into her beautiful face, see every reaction she gave, like I was the only man in the world she wanted. Our connection started almost instantaneously. When I’d thrown her out of that wagon and she talked back to me, I’d known she was different. And every moment after that…our connection grew. Now, we had this.
Whatever the fuck this was.
Her body squeezed my length right away, and the tears flowed from her eyes as she gave an animal-like moan. Her head rolled back, and she panted and groaned as if she were in pain, her nails clawing at my back as her hips automatically bucked against me. Just like the other times we were together, her climax was nearly immediate, like all she needed was me…and it sent her to the stars.
I thrust into her harder, moaning because it felt so good to get lost so deeply that I had no awareness of the outside world, of the weather or time. It was just us, two people free of the chains that bound us both, finding something good in each other.
Her hand moved to my ass, and she gripped it with her small fingers, pulling me deeper into her, wanting more of my length even though there was nowhere for it to go. Her head rolled back, and tears sprouted in her eyes, this time from pleasure and pain. “Yes…Magnus.”
Sixteen
Disfigurement
The instant we were done, I pulled on my boxers to hide myself from her.
She lay there for a moment, her eyes closed like she was too tired to move. She lay in the moonlight coming from the window, her beautiful figure highlighted, her strong legs long and sexy. Her tight stomach had a scar from the knife she took, but her skin was still beautiful because it showed everything she had survived.
