One moment I was hot, the next I was cold.
I was lightheaded and heavy with pain.
If I was smarter, I would swallow more painkillers and rest. This was a terrible, terrible idea, yet I couldn’t stop.
Arching my hand, I relished in her moan. “Could a sick man make you feel like this?” I inserted a second finger, stretching her, touching her deep. “Could a broken man get so fucking hard for you?” I thrust against her leg while feathering my fingers inside her.
She convulsed, lips wide, eyes tight.
“Answer me, Pim.” I rolled my thumb on her clit, attacking her with sensation.
She moaned, her forehead crashing against my shoulder as her body squeezed around my invasion. “No, he couldn’t.”
“So I’m capable of fucking you?” I grabbed her chin with my free hand, holding her prone for a depraved kiss while my fingers worked deep.
“Yes!” she cried beneath my lips. “God, yes.”
“Good answer.”
I wished I could take her once—just once to ease the frustration at having her stolen from me.
But one wasn’t a pretty number.
It was single and straight and ugly.
Three was a much prettier sum with its curves and hollows.
Sex for me wasn’t a normal endeavour just like most things in my life—constantly hounded by that cruel number three. I wished I had another trick to tame my crazy brain.
But I didn’t.
And tonight was even worse because I was exhausted and didn’t have self-control. Pim wasn’t entirely safe around me just like I wasn’t entirely safe around her.
But none of that mattered anymore.
“I need you.” The gruffness of my voice rasped across the softness of her skin.
Her breath hitched, eyes heated. “You have me.”
“I want you in every possible way.”
“Name it. I’ll do it.”
Positions and filthy commands dripped off the tip of my tongue, but for once, I stayed within my limitations.
I would fuck her.
But I would make her do all the work.
“Get on top of me.” Withdrawing my fingers, I rolled gingerly onto my back. My shoulder screamed, pain tugging at torn ligaments. With an agonised snarl, I placed my arm over my belly, discomfort from my elbow joining in the screaming.
It almost overshadowed the thick demand in my cock.
Almost.
Christ, how the hell did I beat up Mercer with this body?
Had I dreamed that, too?
Pim winced on my behalf as I shifted, doing my best to find relief from the drumming, cymbal-smashing pain in my ankle—deciding to join in the symphony from my elbow and shoulder.
Whatever adrenaline I’d been swimming in rapidly faded.
Her hand fluttered on my chest. “Perhaps we should—”
“Don’t.” Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her until she sprawled over me. The slipperiness of her body on mine made the pain fade a little.
If I could stay focused on her, I could do this.
“I need to be inside you.”
With worry and obedience, she placed her hands on the mattress and pushed up. Spreading her legs, the flash of her wet pussy drove me insane as she did what she’d done on the floor of Hawksridge and prepared to ride me.
Unlike that time—when I’d grabbed myself and lined up to spear inside her—she clutched my length and jutted me upright. She remembered my lesson when I was bound and helpless in the hotel in Monte Carlo.
She knew how to take me, and I gave up all control.
I trembled as she angled over me then slowly, teasingly lowered.
We stopped breathing; both watching the delicious sight of her body enveloping mine.
Christ…
I’d wanted to take her, but she undoubtedly took me.
In every fucking way.
My back arched as finally a better sensation overrode my agony. I focused on the heat of her body, the snugness of being inside her, and the righteousness of being home where I belonged.
She moaned as she slid the final distance, locking herself around me like a key in a lock. My fingers dug into her hips, pressing her down, ensuring no space, no distance, nothing left between us.
We joined as tight as we could. Her clit on my belly. My balls against her ass. Our breathing just as wild as if we’d been fucking for hours and not just connected.
Pinning me in place with sex-feverish eyes, Pim folded over me and placed her hands on the pillow beneath my head. Her breasts hung heavily, taunting me to devour.
She rocked once.
My head sloshed. My brain begged. My body bellowed.
It was the worst, best, most confusing cocktail I’d ever experienced.
Pain and pleasure. Sickness and sex. I couldn’t tell if I hated or loved it. One thing I knew…I could become utterly addicted to the rush.
I grew harder, clamping my legs together, fighting off the sudden spine-tingling ripple of an orgasm.
Her face strained with concentration as if determined to finish me quickly to avoid any unnecessary drain. Her own orgasm etched into her skin, revealing how much she wanted this, despite her worry.