Diana's POV
Skye didn't stop until I was begging him to stop; I was on the verge of tears by the time he finally obliged me with my plea. Roughly, he pushed me off of him, and with lightning-fast speed, he was hovering over me, grinding his member against my sensitive and still throbbing p***y.
"I wanted to be rough." Skye kissed me softly, then pulled away all too soon. "But all I can think of is how much I just want to make sweet, sweet love to the woman of my dreams. Slow and passionate." He kissed me again, and I moaned into his mouth.
He didn't have to explain anything to me; I knew the real reason why he didn't want to be rough with me. After he found me in that freezing cold river, and then again after I went over that waterfall, I don't recall feeling much of anything other than
