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He pushed my shoulders down toward the mattress with one hand while slipping a finger from his other hand slowly into me. The feeling elicited a small moan from me as he added a second finger to the mix. After a few thrusts with his hand, I heard him open the drawer next to the bed and guessed he was looking for a condom.

I turned to watch him roll the latex on over his long cock. He rubbed the tip through my folds a couple times before surging forward. The sudden intrusion took my breath away, but it felt amazing.

He pumped his hips furiously, and it took all my strength to keep myself up on my knees. This wasn’t a sweet moment between two lovers. Tonight, Colt was working out all of his frustrations and anger on my body. I could feel my body tightening with my impending orgasm and when Colt reached around my body to rub my clit, I tumbled over the edge. My body shuddered as I yelled out his name. As I came down from my own high, he grabbed my hips and fucked me harder until his body shook with his own release.

I laid under him for a moment as we both sought to catch our breath. When he finally rolled onto his back next to me, I started to get up. I knew this wasn’t a moment where we would crawl into bed and cuddle for the rest of the night.

I grabbed my panties off of the floor and stood to pull them back on. When I took a step to the door, I was surprised to feel Colt reach out and grab my arm.

“Stay,” he said without looking at me.

His request was not what I was expecting, but I didn’t have it in me to deny him. We’d all been through so much this last week, and if he needed a little bit of comfort tonight, then that’s what I would offer him.

I slipped out of my dress and bra, not caring about my nakedness in the moment, and crawled into the bed next to him and found it easy to fall asleep for the first time since Fitz died.