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I’ve no idea what’s wrong with me, but I also don’t have the strength to even try and ask. All I can do is cuddle up to JD’s warm body and hold on tight.

By the time my sobs lessen, my throat is raw and my eyes are sore and swollen. I’m still weak, my muscles like jelly. But despite all that, there is a delicious ache between my thighs, reminding me just how good that was, how much it was needed.

With his fingers twisted in my hair, JD gives me little choice but to look up at him.

His huge bright blue eyes stare down into mine, silently asking if I’m okay.

The problem is, I’ve no idea what the answer to that question is.

Did I get what I wanted?

Yes. And then some, it seems.

I’ve never come like that before. I’ve certainly never blacked out. Not through pleasure anyway. There has probably been a time or two that—

I close my eyes, cutting off my connection to him, fearing that he can see my memories playing out in my lighter blue orbs like a movie.

“Hey,” he whispers, his hand slipping around to cup my jaw and keep my face tilted to his. “I’m right here. You’ve nothing to be scared of.”

Don’t I?

I swallow nervously and let my eyelids open again.

“There you are.” Reaching out with his thumb, he brushes away a stray tear, stealing it as his own.

My lips part but no words form for the longest time. And when they do, they rip through me causing tears to fill my eyes all over again.

“I’m sorry.”

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My heart pounds as her eyes flood with tears and her bottom lip trembles.

I know she came hard. But fuck.

I’ve never had a woman burst into tears and completely fall apart after I’ve fucked her. It’s… terrifying. But also… kinda nice, in a weird way.She needs me right now in a way I’ve never experienced with a woman before. And I want her to need me. I fucking crave it.

After the past week, I can’t lie and say that lying with her in my arms in post-sex bliss isn’t everything I hoped it would be. The crying aside, of course.I’m not a cuddler. Never seen the benefit in it before. But this… this is something I could easily get addicted to.

“Dove,” I sigh, hating that on top of whatever she’s going through, she feels the need to apologize. “You’ve nothing to say sorry for.” Dipping low, I brush the tip of my nose against hers before tilting her head back and stealing a sweet kiss.

“I-I don’t know—”

“Shh,” I say, finding her lips again and kissing her concern away.

In only minutes, I’m hard again and ready for round two. Not that I expect it after how roughly I just fucked her. But I can’t help it. She’s in my arms naked and rubbing herself against me. I dare any red-blooded male not to be affected by her hotness.

We make out like teenagers for the longest time as I try to make up for whatever it was that tipped her over the edge.

At no point is there any noise or movement outside her cell, which surprises me.

There’s no fucking way that Reid wasn’t upstairs jerking off while he watched all of that. Hell, he’s probably up there watching reruns of it right now, wishing that he were me, that it were his hands roaming over her body, that it was his tongue tangling with hers as she mewls in happiness.

Watching her with that vibrator driving her crazy was hot as fuck. I’ll admit that Reid was definitely onto something with that brand of torture. But hell, was it hard—pun intended—watching her bend over cleaning that cell. And I swear to God, I almost came in my sweats when she plunged that knife into Jonno’s chest.

It was fucking majestic.