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Nala

I finished the book. I see why anyone would read it. I was shamelessly turned on. The romance had the same ending I'd expect out of anything else. The couple is okay after a mildly climactic experience. They fuck. They end up happily ever after.

I was especially captivated by the sex scenes. I read them over and over, when Torra had gone for dinner or to visit his mother when she was near.

I was currently reading my favorite scene from this book. They had finished battle. He was injured and could have died. She cried and fought him, but still succumbed to her love for him. She was undeniably in love and they both admitted it. They fucked like bunnies. Now, they were in their bed, she was below him, he was absolutely drilling her. The author of this must have been a mess of a person.

Torra sat down with steaks for us both. I ate my food, but immediately continued back to the book. I had this scene memorized.

Her voice was that of a melody; the combinations of notes and improvisations and created the perfect symphony. She had made her lover undeniably influenced. His cock was rigid in his trousers.

She moaned as he thrust.

He groaned as she cried out in climax.

She screamed as her orgasm was sufficiently extended through his.

"You like it." Torra pulled the book from my hands.

"No!" I moved my plate to the table. I needed that book back. "Give it back!" I whined. I reached as far as I could, but my hands missed his and I was stuck on the chaise. I lifted myself up and walked a few steps, the pain in my leg subsiding as the desire for that goddamn book washed over me.

"Two more steps and you can have it." Torra stood at least four steps from me, but I made up the distance as fast as I could, snatching it away from him. "You really like it." Torra reached down and took my back, stepping towards me and pressing his chest against mine. "I know you like that chapter. You like feeling it, but in detail." Torra slipped his hands around my waist. Him having such an effect on me was horrifying.

I reached up for him, desperate for our lips to touch. He obliged but kept it simple and extremely reserved. No tongue, He didn't even open his mouth. "Stop teasing me." I needed this now. I don't care if it hurt me because I know it would be worth it.

"I plan on taking my time to make you feel good." Torra leaned down and kissed my lips gently. It was just as reserved as the first time. "And we have all night." Torra kissed on my neck instead, sucking harshly, but it felt so good.

I held on tight to him as I walked backwards, almost tripping over myself. Torra untied the back of the dress and pulled it over me slowly.

"I promise I won't break. Just hurry." I moved back on the bed. Torra knelt on the mattress in between my legs. I pulled him out of his jacket, reveling in the muscle on the front of his stomach. The divers and ridges of his abs, the two lines that form a 'v' just on top of his dick. It was all mine.

He kissed my neck again, the marks camouflaged with the bruises from the fight. "You taste so sweet, baby." Torra kissed the shell of my ear. I was going to explode if I didn't come.

I fumbled with his belt buckle. "You're so needy." The insult seemed like a complement. Torra took my hands from him and pressed them to my entrance. "Do it yourself. I want to watch."

"What?" I sat up, watching Torra take a seat in a wingback chair.

"Do it. Touch yourself. I'll do whatever it is you want afterwards, but you must do this first." Torra crossed his leg and leaned back. He was much more comfortable than I was. "You know me baby. I won't judge."

He was right. I am comfortable. It's okay. He won't judge me. Besides, it feels good. It always feels really good.

I lifted myself up, leaning on the edge of the bed as I pulled the spandex down my legs. I kicked it off, leaning back on the bed and putting a pillow under my head.

I did what felt nice. My hand moved of its own free will. I circled my clit and shut my eyes, letting pleasure overcome me. I feel good, not only from touching myself but from hearing how ragged Torra's breath was. My hurting body eased as pleasure become a higher priority. Pain subsided as I chased my orgasm, my muscles burning as my fingers moved faster. I came as both of my legs tightened, electricity skittering through my body.

"You look so pretty when you touch yourself." Torra climbed onto the need, starting at the foot and slowly moving towards me.

"I'd bet I look prettier when you touch me." I sat up, my body jittery from my orgasm.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Maybe you should figure it out?" I joked, wanting to pull him into me and never let go.

Torra kissed me. Finally. I hadn't kissed him like this in days. His mouth sank into mine, our bodies melting together. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him even closer to me. My hands coasted down his back, his warm skin making me shiver. I reached down for the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up while I felt all of his muscle, all of his skin. All of it, mine.

"You feel so good." I moaned straight into his ear, his cock pressing further against me. I needed more friction now. My hips ground into his, my legs twitching from the sensitivity in my clit. I shivered as he met my shameless movement, dry-jumping each other into oblivion.

I unbuckled with his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and removing his cock, hard in my hand. I jerked him, his ragged breath making me desperate for him. I aligned him with my entrance, moisture making it easy for him to slide inside.

I inhaled as he did, managing the pain as best as I could. My leg slid up on the bed, the lack of flexibility in my muscle making me wince. "No, Nala, I can't." Torra kissed my forehead as he withdrew himself.

"Please!" I sat for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Wait. Do you want to?" I almost started the panicking again, like it was a few nights ago.

"Of course, love. But I can't stand to watch myself hurt you." Torra kissed me again.

"No! You make me feel good, not worse. I love it, now please, I'm begging you."

"God, I can't deny you anything." He reached down and realigned himself, gently pushing in and bottoming out. Torra kissed me, all over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my lips.

I really do feel better. The constant tensing of my legs made it a bit difficult, but my healthy leg stretched around him and pulled him deeper into me. We groaned and moaned, kissing and touching. I was shaking as he made me come. He was strong when I made him come. He continued, fucking me through the orgasm. I cried out as he continued, even when I was full with his orgasm.

"You're going to get me pregnant." I shook in his arms, a hot, naked mess.

"And we'll have two little girls."

"I told you we'd have a boy." I laughed, his arming circling around me and holding tight.

"Maybe we could have all three." Torra speculation was cute. But I am not about to birth three children.

"If you could birth one, then of course." I laughed until my ribs hurt, which was a little sooner than usual.

I laid with him a while, but he fell asleep before I did. I was wide awake. When do we get married? Or have kids? When will I ever be healthy enough? Will I ever be healthy enough? I want to cry at the thought of not being able to do this for us.

I rolled out of his arms, retrieving a book. I went into his bathroom and wiped his coke from my leg, leaving little evidence of what we had done. I laid back in bed with him, my body fitting under his arms perfectly.

As I read and continued slowly through the book, pain returned to my body, filling my veins with aching hurt.