She giggled softly.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked. The dominant in him wanted to revel. The man in him needed to know.
"Yes," she admitted, holding his gaze. "But it was a good kind of hurt."
He searched her eyes for regret. There was none. Only exhaustion.
"You're a good girl, love," he said, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. "You took me like a badass."
He chuckled softly, but there was pride in it. Pride in her strength. In her surrender. In the way she had trusted him with her pain and let him push her to the edge of herself.
She turned slightly toward him.
"I love you," she whispered.
"And I'm obsessed with you, pizza girl." His mouth came down on hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, deeper, tangling with hers.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Can you take me again?"
Vee nodded, breath already uneven.
His hand came down sharply against her ass. The sting shot through her and she yelped instinctively.
"Yes!" she corrected quickly.
