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narrowing his brows.
                  “Yeah.” Serenity bit her lip. “Guess you’re still on top.”
                  He grinned and growled. “I guess so,” he said, pushing her off of him. Before she could react, he had her on her hands and knees, pinned to the bed while he stroked her lower lips with his fingers. He paused for a moment to take his shirt off and fling it to the floor.
    Serenity shut her eyes and pressed her back against his chest, adoring the feeling of their two bodies being so close. Yandel reached down to unbuckle his belt. He pushed his pants and shorts down to the bed and pressed his cock against her as he leaned back down to nuzzle the nape of her neck.
    “I’m a little confused,” he murmured in her ear. “What is it you want me to do to you, again?”
    A blush spread across Serenity’s cheeks. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
    “What was that?” He pressed his body a little closer to hers.
    “I want you to fuck me,” Serenity repeated, louder this time.
    “Is that so?” Yandel parted her vulva with the fingers of one hand and slid his cock inside with the other, just deeply enough to make Serenity squirm. “You mean like this?”
              Serenity tried to drive her hips down on his shaft, but he held her ass steady with one hand. “No,” she whined, “I mean I want you to fuck me hard and deep and fast until both of us cum again.”
    “I can do that,” Yandel growled, grabbing onto her hips and thrusting deeper and faster inside her. Serenity groaned, her hips circling and bucking of their own accord. Yandel let her take him inside her as deep as she could, now and then slapping her ass playfully or leaning down to nip at her ears and neck. Whenever Serenity looked up on him, she saw a broad, smug grin on his face.
    He seemed to be enjoying every inch of her, stroking her breasts and ass and belly and thighs. Much to her relief, he avoided her wounded spots with fingers and took care not to touch her bruises too firmly. The more he touched her, the more aroused she got, and the more aroused she got, the deeper she was able to take him inside her. Yandel only had to stroke her clit for a few moments to send her plunging into an orgasm, wailing with ecstasy and clutching at the blanket as if she would fly off if she let go.
    Yandel fucked her faster as she came, digging his fingers into the flesh of her waist. Serenity howled, her body too overwhelmed with joy and desire for her mind to keep up with it. When he came, he collapsed on top of her and pinned her to the bed.
    Even after he rolled off, the two of them lay there in silence for what had to be several minutes. Serenity curled up at his side, resting her head against his chest and her right leg across his knees. He put his arm around her and kissed her on the top of her head.
                  After a while, he pushed her off him and sat up. “Think you can clean your own wounds this time?” he asked.
                  The corner of Serenity’s mouth ticked back. “I can try,” she said.
                  In fact, it was much easier to rinse and disinfect the stitches and cuts on her thigh this time. For one thing, her wounds had begun to heal a little better; for another, the memory of the pain she’d felt in that awful fever dream overshadowed the stings of water and iodine.
                  Although bathing was easy, standing on her right leg was not. She figured that a few of her muscles were still pretty much shredded. By the time the shower was over, she was standing with all her weight on her left leg.
                  Yandel took notice as she hopped to grab a towel. He pulled a dose of morphine from the bottle while she got herself dried off. Wordlessly, Serenity sat at the kitchen table and let him inject it into her arm.
                  “This is gonna knock you out for a while,” he