He gives me one more sweet kiss before he pushes himself up. Kneeling next to me, he removes his boxers, his member springing free, only partially erect.
I'm sure the sight of me in so much misery is not helping him feel excited.
"I will need to enter you for this to work," he apologizes as he carefully spreads my legs, positioning himself between them. "Here," he explains, placing his finger delicately on my mound he rubs my little nub, "and here," he touches his bruised teeth marks on my neck and I almost purr in pleasure.
Oh Goddess, everything hurts, but it also feels so good, so right, having him touch me in this way. Even broken and near death, my body craves him.
"I could just bite you and make you a member of my pack," Sly offers as he gently caresses the curve of my neck.
