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Sage and Kingdom attacked each other in bouts of lovemaking, exploring each other’s bodies with brutal desperation. Afterwards, Sage lay bare against him in the aftermath of their coupling. Nervously, her fingers played with his coarse chest hair. Kingdom covered her hand, his thumb soothing her agitation. “Babe, what is it?”
Sage buried her face into his chest and moaned.
He heard the thread of embarrassment. “I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”
She spoke muffled words into his skin. “I should be over it, I really should, but there’s one thing Trixie said that plays over and over in my mind.”
Venomous b***h. Kingdom worked to calm his heart rate and not tense up. He was a violent motherfucker, but he had learned in Afghanistan that he didn’t have the luxury of losing his cool.
