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as she prodded my injuries. That night, I understood anew.
    â€œDoes this help make it better?” April said. Gently, she kissed my raw ribs. My skin fluttered against her lips, a wave of soft pain. “Yes.” I clutched her shoulder.
Harder.
    She kissed my ribs again, less gently. Real pain that time. I grittedmy teeth, remembering the tree trunk that had smashed my ribs in the swamp. “Like that,” I said.
    After she’d kissed my bruises, April unbuckled my belt. My jeans collapsed to my ankles. My knees and legs were scabbed from the swamp, but the erections have always been easy for me.
    â€œSssssss,” April hissed, admiring my trophy the way I’d admired her ass, like a beautiful tragedy—my nickname isn’t “Ten” just for brevity’s sake. April stared and mourned. Her hands stroked me into her memory. Next, her mouth buried me in warm, earnest wetness.
    April’s lips were sweet agony. Her tongue had learned its way along my hidden ridges. She knew how I loved her fingers to roam across my testicles and deep between my thighs. We had trained each other’s bodies well. Every hot swirl of April’s tongue stole my breath. My legs buckled back against the bed.
    I groaned, only partially from pleasure. A deep stab of grief made my seed surge and burn, until my groans had nothing to do with pain. My sore knees shook.
    I kissed April so hard that my mouth ached from the pressure. I stole her lips and tongue, sucking so fervently that I expected her to push me away—but she never did. “You’re gonna remember me, girl,” I said, nuzzling her earlobe before I bit it.
    April whimpered, surrendering to punishment. She pressed herself against me as if she wanted to climb inside my skin. Our fingers tangled as we fumbled at her clothes. Then she was naked brown skin, smooth as a college sophomore. Her nakedness lashed me.
One last time.
A guttural sound rose in my throat, and I collapsed against April to bend her over the bed, propping her ass high. Hot skin trapped hers as I pinned her beneath my weight. We’d tried anal sex once before, and my size made it too painful. I’d always wanted to try again, no matter how tight the fit, but instead I inched past the Forbidden Zone to slip through her moist, swollen folds.
    â€œOh, Lord,” April said, trembling beneath me. “Oh damn, Ten. You’re . . .”
    April felt a little dry, but her insides welcomed me, grasping as I thrust.
So
tight. She pulsed against me with every breath. I bucked, and April’s hands clutched at the bed as she cried out. I braced myself with myarms locked, rolled my hips deeper. Stirring her up inside. April’s back squirmed against me, and my rib cage screamed.
    I pounded back at her, ignoring the pain from my cracked ribs. The air was thick, hot soup. I thrust blindly, chasing the ring of pleasure that could make me forget about breathing. I thrust so hard that my hips snapped loudly against April’s ass, whipping her.
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.
    â€œGod . . . God . . . God . . . ,” April said.
    I felt the tremors across April’s shoulders, up and down her legs. Her insides snatched me, greedy and strong. I cried out when April’s body bumped my ribs, losing track of which cries were hers and which were mine; which were pleasure, which were pain.
    April howled and screamed. Her body danced and then went rigid, her first deep orgasm shuddering through her. I wondered how I didn’t break us both in half.
    We cursed each other, called to each other. We wanted to leave something behind, take something back. Our cries sounded so violent that I was sure the owners would call the police. But we couldn’t be quiet. We couldn’t go slow. When I climaxed, I yelled until my throat hurt. My legs gave way, and I sank to the floor.
    Then, it was over. Quiet.
    We lay nude the rest of the night, and I fought the feeling that I was in bed beside a