BroKen
She didn't stand a chance.
Kyle went to work exorcising his demons and hers. He wasn't making love to her now, not the way he had been the last few days. This was a reckoning, a claiming, if you will, once and for all. He used her body against her, making her feel, bringing her off time and again while holding back his own release. He was of a good mind to pull out and stroke that shit onto the floor, reject her the way she'd thought to reject him, but that would defeat the purpose. The sooner he bred the little pain in the ass, the better.