Kainé barely has time to smirk before the force of his thrust knocks the breath from her lungs. His grip on her hips stings, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she hooks her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, deeper. A sharp inhale, a hitched breath—she refuses to let a moan slip past her lips.

Her body burns with an ache, a need, finally being fulfilled. She’s craved this since that endless stretch on the bus, felt the desperation the moment they got off. Now, at last, she has something to pour her energy into, something that feels good instead of anything else.