She was still so, so wet, her body hot around him, her muscles exactly as he had expected, tense and tight with anxiety. It was a different sensation than his cock inside her when she was relaxed, and if she were to be entirely honest...it wasn't a sensation she hated. It was hardly the first time they had engaged in fear-driven sex, and she had found that, despite it being very different from her usual sexual practices before Martin, she did enjoy it quite a lot.

He was telling her she trusted him, and she did. He told her she was enjoying it, and she was. God, was she ever. He ground against her and she groaned again. She looked up into his eyes, her body trembling...then she swallowed, closed her eyes, and tilted back her head, offering her throat, the pace of her panting quickening slightly as both the arousal and fear increased at her surrender.