Dirk did a good job of making her forget the pain.
Briar gasped when he slid back in, and those gasps soon turned to moans when he found her clit again, the intensity of it once more turning her limbs to water. She had to struggle not to just collapse onto her belly, and had only minimal success as each thrust rocked her forward, as each stroke of his fingers made her tremble, and it wasn't long before he'd sent her over the edge again and she found herself on her elbows once more, face against the cot as she cried out into it.
But he was hardly done with her, and her release only made her more sensitive and craving more. She moved with him, rocking back into his thrusts without even thinking about it, jerking her hips and whimpering when, at a few points, it was too much, too deep, just on the edge of painful--but not enough that she didn't want more. Because each stroke still hit that strange new place that stole her breath and built a sensation she wanted to chase, an entirely different feeling than when they had faced each other.
And then she jerked and gasped in surprise when she felt him touch her there, her face going red with mortification--but when she opened her mouth to snap at him, he started to truly fuck her, and the words were drowned out in cries that bordered on screams, her entire body going taut as she dug her fingers into the cot and arched her back, no longer caring where he was touching her as long as he kept doing that. She begged him, whimpering for more, harder, to keep fucking her just like that--
She felt his spasms, yelped and tensed at that last hard thrust that almost sent her over, and then she let herself collapse entirely as he slumped forward. Weak and breathless, his kisses sent chills down to her toes, and she let him pull her into his embrace, equally apathetic about the growing wet spot on the cot. She curled in tighter without even thinking about it, panting through his kisses as her fingers trailed up and down his back, and was more than content to just stay like that and pass the hell out.
But then he opened his mouth, and she cracked her eyes open to stare at him.
...What? Really?
Briar laughed breathlessly at his phrasing and kissed him back, giving his bottom lip a sharp, but playful, nip. "Hah, yeah, same. I'm so glad you stabbed me multiple times and knocked me out that day!" Damn...they really had come far in such a short amount of time, from fighting to fucking in just days. Those days had been intense, to say the least.
And maybe she wasn't thrilled about where they had started out, but...she had to admit, maybe things had turned out better this way. If Dirk hadn't come along and wrecked everything, where would she be now? Doing the same old shit she did day in and day out, stealing for a living, avoiding other people, being miserable with a smile--a lone wolf fine with being a lone wolf, except for the fact that wolves belonged in a pack. She sure wouldn't be hanging around this guy, who had somehow managed to be both a smart, dangerously formidable, frightening opponent and too damned pure and honest and oblivious for this world.
With an amused shake of her head, she twisted in his arms and reached for the book, bringing it back around. She let it flop open, tried to fight back the heat creeping into her cheeks, and flipped through it. "Uhh...I dunno. Do I really gotta pick? I guess, er..." She flipped a few more pages, then shrugged and shoved the book in his face after glancing at the image without having to look at it too much.
"That one? 'Scissors'? I guess?"
