"Then let me make you come. I need to feel you fall apart. Need to know you're still mine while I'm stuck here like this."
I moan softly as two fingers sink into me. He works me expertly….thumb on my clit, fingers curling inside….while I cling to his good shoulder.
The fear from the call mixes with the pleasure, making everything sharper, more desperate. I come hard on his hand within minutes, biting his neck to muffle my cry.
Afterwards, I lie curled against him, both of us breathing heavily. The phone lies cracked on the floor. The threat lingers in the air like smoke.
Zane kisses the top of my head.
"We'll get through this. But when I'm better… I'm ending this. And then I'm going to fuck you for days straight."
I smile against his chest, even as worry gnaws at me.
"First you heal. Then we fight. Together."
