Flick sucked in a breath and dropped to the corner of the mattress. ‘What?’ he asked, poised beside her. Pushing a hand to her pubis Flick smiled through a wince. ‘That was a sex marathon.’ He growled and straightened. ‘If you’re in pain, why are you smiling?’ Flick stood and ran her hand down his tee-shirt. ‘This is good pain, Lover; pain that reminds me of just how much you want me.’
