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His fingers touched the bandage near her hip. “I don’t want to hurt your stitches.”
“I don’t care,” she breathed.
He let out a growl, stretched toward his bag, which lay near the hearth, and dug in a pocket. A second later the crinkling of a wrapper mingled with the fizzle of the fire.
He shoved down his pants and briefs, not even taking them all the way off. He tore the foil with his mouth and then brought the rubber between their bodies.
Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced down at the length of him. The firelight illuminated every contour of his frame. Her arousal made everything about him more pronounced, including his cock, which jutted out from his body. Hard and ready.
A tremor shook her insides. He was large, and it’d be a stretch for her to fit him. But anticipation made her even wetter. His chest covered hers again and her body responded. Her legs dropped open to welcome him.
He guided himself to her opening and his mouth came down on hers. She gripped his shoulders as he pushed into her. Her flesh stretched and she gasped as he filled her.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat. He rocked into her. “Sav, you feel so fucking good,” he said, against her lips.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Desire built inside her. She licked her tongue into his mouth and the minty flavor of toothpaste combined with his heady scent brought her tastebuds to life. She moaned as his hands roamed beneath her shirt, cupping her breast and capturing her nipple in his fingers again.
Another orgasm bloomed, making her insides throb with heat and wetness. “More,” she wheezed.
He slid in and out then went deeper, making the rest of his length touch her center. She cried out, the friction against her clitoris driving her wild. She lifted her hips with his next thrust, and the next.
A curse fell from his lips as his mouth broke away from hers and landed on her neck. His tongue touched her skin as he pulsed into her.
Pleasure tickled her nerve endings. Her inner walls clenched his shaft as he penetrated her in a steady rhythm. “Oh god, Toth. Yes!” she cried. His name lingered on her tongue like a prayer.
Her limbs trembled as she met Nirvana on his next thrust. A deep moan emerged from her chest with her release. Toth’s motion picked up speed, and a loud groan came from his lips. His limbs turned to solid weight as he heaved on top of her. He kept his face burrowed into her neck, his fingers gently toying with the hair at her temple and then grazing the top of her ear.
Satisfaction filled her. Her arms and legs hung loosely around his torso and shoulders. Relaxation vibrated along her flesh. She was so content and fulfilled that her heart fluttered.
Never in her life had anyone made her feel so... complete.
“Holy shit, Sav.” He kissed her again.
She chuckled.
“Are your stitches okay?” he asked.
“Feels fine.” Not that she’d be able to feel anything besides the bliss she coasted on.
Slowly, he pushed himself up. He leaned back on his knees as he discarded the condom into a tissue. She propped herself up on her elbows. In their haste to get busy, she hadn’t even taken off her shirt. The material was shoved up to her ribcage and damp with their sweat.
He reached over and swept a strand of hair behind her ear. “You okay?”
She fought a grin. “Better than okay.”
“Jesus, I didn’t even take my pants off.” He laughed and glanced at his joggers, still wrapped around his ankles. His gaze went to her torso, where her shirt was still askew. “And you—”
His face fell.
He caught her hip, holding her in place, his focus on the skin above her pubic bone.
Panic kicked the breath from her lungs. The blood drained from her face.
No.
He’d seen it.
She’d been careless. Why hadn’t she thought of the scar?