“Hey,” he says, soothing. “I want to fuck you really, really bad. You know that, right?” I nod. “Good. I can’t rush this, killer, because if you become sore or hurt or God fucking forbid, torn, you’re not going to get a couple of days to recover. Once your Heat starts in earnest, you’re going to want me inside you, whether it’s painful or not. So I’m going to move slowly. And I need you to do what I say. Okay?” Another, more subdued nod. A “My good girl”
