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“Yeah.”She snuggled closer, her hand finding its way under my shirt to rest against my skin.“I think I knew the moment you asked me if I was covered in the blood of my enemies.”

“For me it was when you spat out that piece of ear.”I grinned when she smacked my chest lightly.“What?It was fucking hot.”

That got a real laugh out of her, the sound washing over me like a cooling balm.“You’re a twisted bastard.”

“Damned straight.And I think you love it.”

“You know I do,” she murmured, her eyes holding mine for a long moment before she leaned up to kiss me softly.“I need a shower.”

“You want company?”I brushed her hair back from her face, searching for signs of what she needed most right now.

“Well, it wasn’t a request.I kind of expect you to just come with me.”She grinned.“You know.Like a good boy.”

Yeah.The sass was going to get her fucked good and hard.I got the feeling that’s what she needed and I was more than willing to provide.

I swooped her up into my arms, her weight a welcome burden.“I was just waiting for the invitation.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her to the bathroom.“You never need an invitation for this.Never.”

“You don’t either, honey.I’m yours whenever you need me.”

“You’re going to spoil me.”

“Good.”I set her down on the bathroom vanity.“You deserve to be spoiled.”I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as I helped her undress.My hands lingered on her skin, tracing the bruises forming from our tumble off the bike.“You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Worth it,” she murmured, her eyes growing darker as I touched her.“Every bit of it was worth it to get tohere.To you.”

I stripped off my own clothes quickly, eager to feel her skin against mine.When I helped her into the shower, she hissed as the hot water hit her tender muscles, but then sighed as the heat began to work its magic.

I took my time washing her, my hands gentle as they moved over her body.This wasn’t about sex -- though my body certainly responded to her nakedness -- this was about care.About showing her that I would be there for all of it, not just the good times.

“Turn around,” I murmured, reaching for the shampoo.She complied, and I massaged the soap into her hair, my fingers working against her scalp.She moaned softly, leaning back against me.

“That feels amazing,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

“Good.”I continued my ministrations, rinsing her hair before applying conditioner.“Just relax.Let me take care of you.”

There was a bench along the back and part of one wall of the shower.Once I’d rinsed her hair, I moved us to the bench and saw with my back against the wall, one leg stretched out in front of me along the length of the bench, while the other foot rested on the shower floor.Carrie sat between my legs, resting with her back to my chest.

She pulled me down for a soft, slow kiss.I deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to cup her face.She shifted position so she straddled me, her slick body sliding against mine in a way that had my cock hardening instantly.

“I need you,” she whispered against my lips, her hips rocking against me.“Please, Hawk.”

I growled, my hands gripping her hips.“You sure, baby?You’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’m sure.”Her eyes met mine, clear and determined.“I need to feel alive.I need to feel you.”

That was all I needed to hear.I swiped my fingers through her pussy to find her already wet and needy.I lifted her slightly, positioning her over my cock before slowly lowering her down.We both groaned as I filled her, her tight heat enveloping me inch by inch until she was fully seated.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my forehead pressed against hers.“You feel so fucking good, Carrie.”

She began to move, slowly at first, her hands braced on my shoulders.I let her set the pace, watching her face as pleasure washed over her features.With her eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed, she was the most exotic, sensual woman I’d ever known.And she was all fucking mine.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, watching her move above me.The water cascaded down her body, making her skin glisten.I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the way her breasts bounced with each movement, the look of pure pleasure on her face as she rode me.

Her rhythm increased, her breathing growing more ragged.I slid one hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb and circling it gently.She gasped, her inner walls clenching around me.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my other hand gripping her hip to help guide her movements.“Take what you need.”

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