Page 82 of The Gentleness of Rage

Slate’s hips moved, but we were both being careful; he had stitches, and we didn’t want to reopen them.

Slate’s fingers wound through my hair, holding me in place as he carefully thrust into my mouth. Tiny moans left him as his dick pulsed in my mouth.

Feeling empowered, I wrenched my head free and licked his long shaft, and Slate shuddered.

“Keep your hands up,” I whispered as I climbed his body and straddled him. My pussy was wet and pulsing, and I needed Slate inside me or I’d burst.

“Jaelynn, don’t force this,” Slate ordered, his eyes flying open.

“Shhhh. Let me try,” I replied. Moving Slate’s dick into place, I experienced a momentary hesitation. There was a cock between my legs again… but this time I welcomed it.

My body relaxed as I fed Slate into me and slid down until he was fully sheathed.

My eyes closed in bliss as my pussy walls spasmed around Slate. Aware I couldn’t go to town on his body like I wished, I lifted and pushed down.

Slate slammed inside me, taking my breath away.

“Lift your knees,” I ordered. Slate did, and I laid back against them and held on as I began moving. I couldn’t go mad because of our injuries, but this speed should be okay.

My control was fraying as Slate’s cock moved in and out, and I felt the pressure in my pussy.

Slate applied friction to my g-spot, and I closed my eyes as I sensed my orgasm break, and I slammed down hard. His cock pulsed inside me; he was close too, and it only pushed me further to the edge.

A cry left my mouth as Slate spilt inside, and I ground against him, milking our joint orgasms.

With a happy cry, I fell back against Slate’s knees as I held his cum deep inside me.

“We forgot birth control,” I said with a laugh.

Slate opened his eyes and looked at me. “Who gives a shit?” he demanded. He reached over and grabbed a towel.

“Use this,” he said as I eased myself off. I shoved it between my legs and rolled next to him.

“Are you okay?” Slate demanded.

“Yes. I couldn’t handle you touching me, but if I was on top and in charge, I didn’t feel as panicked. And I really needed sex with you.”

Slate laughed. “We can build up to things, but, babe, consider therapy. Rape leaves a scar, I don’t want you to have an open wound. And I really need to get kinky with you,” he teased.

I laughed, with a hell of a lot of relief. I’d managed to be intimate with the man I loved. That was a huge step forward.

Slate was right, we deserved a normal sex life. And I’d make sure we’d get one. Tonight may have been quick and without a lot of foreplay and fun, but I’d accomplished it. Plus, I had the whole night ahead—an entire lifetime—for intimate activities, and I could bring him back inside me later.

Oh yeah, I smiled against Slate’s warm skin as I kissed it. There was a lot I could do to my husband, and I got busy doing it.

Slate

Jaelynn had tears in her eyes as she stood by the steps leading to the plane. We’d been discharged this morning, and this was the final flight. Phoe had delayed it, hoping Silvie would make it, but she was still fighting, although winning now, against her infection. Everyone else was on the plane but Jaelynn.

“Don’t make me leave,” she begged. Slate held her close as he ran a hand down her back.

“Baby. We may have made a baby. God knows I gave it my best. You need to be safe and ensure that our baby is too,” Slate murmured.

“If there is one,” Jaelynn argued.

“Let’s hope so,” Slate replied.

“Come with us,” Jaelynn begged.

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