Page 93 of Psychological War

Removing his finger from my mouth I didn’t know what he planned on doing until I felt it at my back entrance.

“Whoa there, big guy.” The words flew from my mouth. He rubbed against my asshole, still fucking me with his finger and tongue. It was all too much. I had no idea how I was going to come again. Everything was becoming too much, but at the same time it was not enough.

The moment we locked eyes, his finger pressed against my asshole. My body tensed, but he latched onto my clit again making me relax. He worked his finger into my asshole, before he added a third finger and once again curled them. Hitting that spot that I was beginning to lose control.

Which is what he wanted.

“Zane…” I moaned out. Our eyes locked onto each other, and my fingers were itching to move and hold his face to me. Which is exactly what I did. I didn’t care about the pain in my body. I latched my fingers into his hair and held his face to my pussy. I didn’t even care if he could breathe or not. I just needed this.

The pressure built, and my mouth fell open as no sound could make its way out. My vision blurred, and I threw my head back as a gush poured from me, pouring way more than should have been possible. Even as I removed my hands from his head, he didn’t remove himself. Instead he kept a finger lodged into my ass, fucking me there, while his other hand held me open.

I was surely going to pass out.

“God damn, Salem.” He drank from me. “I want another,” he declared. But I couldn’t. “It’s okay, I’ll give you a few hours,” he smirked.

Removing his hands from my body, he stayed in the kneeling position staring down at my pussy. I could feel self-conscious but I didn’t. I closed my eyes and leaned back. I could hear Zane moving around but I couldn’t force myself to open my eyes. I felt so tired.

The feeling of something warm on my thigh made me flinch. “It’s just me, Kitten.” Zane's soft words let me relax as he cleaned my thigh.

“I’m tired.”

“I know, come on let me get this gown on you.” He tried pushing my arms through the sleeve.

“I want your shirt,” I stated.

He didn’t respond. Instead he moved around again before he helped put his shirt on me. “Come on, wrap your arms around me.”

Doing as he said, he picked me up, and I felt at home. In his arms, I felt safe and for the first time I fell asleep feeling as though everything would be okay.

Epilogue

Zane

Five months later

WhenSalemwokeup,I nearly lost it. I had just got done doing a workout and was so tired that I nearly fell asleep trying to do push-ups. I thought caffeine would help, but when I got done with my second cup, I knew I just needed a little nap. The moment I walked in the room and saw her still lying there, I wanted to yell and break everything in the room.

Instead I sat next to her bed and fell asleep the moment my ass hit the seat. I knew Mila showed up and sometimes she left, but when Dimitri called, I tightened my hand just on reflex. She tightened her hand back. At first, I thought it was just her body reacting, reflexes. But our eyes connected, and it was as though all my prayers had been answered.

After that, Salem struggled to walk. The damage to her left leg made her walk with a limp. The first week was the roughest. She had CAT scans and MRIs, along with tons of physical therapy. By the second week she was angry and screaming at me. At first, I wanted to fight back with her, and make her hurt back. Until one night she broke down and told me more about her parents’ death.

Finally, a month after she woke up, we were able to take her home. Back to North Carolina, where she practically scared the doctor half to death, threatening that if she didn’t get to go back home to her things, and where she was comfortable, she was leaving with or without their permission.

A blow to my face nearly knocked me on my back. “Fuck,” I cursed. I could feel blood trailing down my chin. Thankfully, she hadn’t broken my nose.

“You’re too distracted!” Salem growled at me.

It was true, I was very distracted. For the past two hours we had been training. I could see sweat dripping down her body, and the fact that after only twenty minutes of us starting, she’d ditched her shirt. So now she stood in spandex shorts that frankly let her ass hang out and a sports bra that didn’t hide the fact her nipples were hard.

She stood across from me, a few feet away, breathing hard. Her body was beginning to form bruises along her legs and arms.

“You’re pushing yourself pretty hard,” I grunted, planting my feet in position.

“One more round.” She laughed, smirking at me.

“One more,” I said, stalking towards her.

I watched as her eyes began to narrow at me, her glare becoming more and more intoxicating. I could tell she was beginning to struggle, favoring her right side more than her left.

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