She hoped her body would adjust and there would be only pleasure in the future. She was a fool.
Her entire body was shaking, and she couldn't stop crying. He was still holding her down, and she was terrified of what he'd do next.
What he did next was as shocking as what he did before.
He turned her over and lifted her into his arms. Then he sat down, holding her on his lap, and rocked her back and forth. Gently, sweetly, like she was a child that he was trying to console.
And despite everything, she buried her face against his shoulder and sobbed, desperately needing that illusion of tenderness, craving comfort from the one who made her hurt.
* * *
After she was a bit calmer, he stood up and placed her on her feet. Her legs felt weak and shaky, and she swayed a little as he carefully undressed her.
