Page 88 of Sully

But his fist twisted in my hair, yanking, making it impossible not to follow his silent command to lift my head.

“Get up here,” he demanded, voice rough, still pulling until I was on my feet.

Only then did he release me, reaching out to grab the waistband of my pants and panties and yanking them down.

“Your shoulder,” I reminded him, even as need coiled tighter between my thighs.

“Fuck my shoulder,” he said, reaching into the nightstand, then protecting us. “Climb up here,” he demanded when he was settled, his hand on my butt cheek, guiding me until I was on his lap, until I was poised over him.

His hand on my hip pulled until I lowered down, until I took him inside of me.

My moan and his curse mingled as he slid in to the base, as my walls tightened around him.

“Ride me, baby,” Sully demanded, voice rough.

I placed a hand on his good shoulder and did just that.

But slow.

Gentle.

Even if everything in my body was begging me to ride him hard and fast and take us right to that edge as quickly as possible.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him long and deep as I moved, driving us both up slowly.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Sully groaned against my lips as my breathing went fast and shallow, as the tightening in my core became borderline painful. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded softly.

Then I did. It was a slow and deep pulsation that started where our bodies joined and spread outward until it seemed to overtake me completely.

“Fuck,” Sully groaned, his head hitting my shoulder as his body shuddered with his release.

I came back down slowly, happily staying enveloped in that post-orgasm haze.

Until, of course, I felt something wet against my shoulder. The one that was against Sully’s bad shoulder.

“Oh,” I yelped, pulling back.

Looking down, sure enough, blood had seeped through the gauze and kissed my skin.

“Oh, no,” I said, climbing off of his lap.

“Honey, it’s fine,” Sully said, eyes still a bit heavy-lidded, tone light.

“You’rebleeding.”

“I was shot,” he agreed with a little smile as he glanced at the gauze.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I declared, grabbing my shirt and whipping it on. “I’ll go get Callow,” I said, slipping into my pants and making my way to the door.

Only to find my wrist grabbed in Sully’s hand, pulling me to a stop, then moving in close behind me, pinning my front to the door.

“I don’t need Callow. I’m fine. It’s gonna bleed on and off for a bit. So long as it’s just red, we got no problems. And, yes, you absolutely should have done that.”

A snort escaped me at that. But then his head dipped, his lips pressed into my neck.

“Pain relief is a very important part of the recovery process,” he said. And, despite the seriousness of the situation, my lips curved up. “And when my cock is buried in that tight, wet pussy of yours, I am feeling no pain.”

Despite myself, my sex tightened at his words. And I must have made some sort of noise, because a sexy little chuckle escaped Sully.

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