We made love all night without the care of the outside world. Hugo wasn't joking when he said he wouldn't be gentle because he didn't. He was rough, but every time I would tell him it hurts, he would slow down and kiss me gently.
The routine went on like that. Hugo claimed my body and heart again, kissing me when his intense actions were hurting me, and then getting rough again. It went on for who knows how many rounds. I lost count after the third one.
I traced the scar on his chest with my index, using his shoulder as my head cushion, tangled in an embrace under the blanket. Neither of us talked for a while now, but the silence wasn't stifling or whatsoever. If anything, the silence sounded so peaceful.
"Worried about your people?" he inquired in a warm baritone voice, planting a kiss on top of my head. "They will be safe. Don't you trust your people? Or you don't trust my people anymore?"
