"That's how you want it, then? Fast and rough?" He sounded painfully neutral, to the point of being strained. I almost craned my neck to try to catch a glimpse of his face, but there wasn't much point. I wouldn't be able to read anything there, anyway.
"I don't care if it hurts. I mean, it's going to hurt. I haven't had any time to heal. Just do it, if you're going to."
Calder pulled back a little, letting his cock slide out from between my legs. I couldn't feel him at all.
Even the swirling steam seemed to be still for a moment, holding its breath like I was holding mine.
"I told you. I wouldn't—" He broke off with a low growl that made every hair on my body rise. "I keep my fucking word."
A hand replaced his cock, the sudden touch making me jump. He probed my hole with his fingers. "You don't need to heal," he said, sounding oddly defensive. "I didn't injure you."
I huffed a laugh. "Of course you did. I'm—all open."
