“Strad,” she cried again, against his lips.
He dragged his mouth away, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her. “I want to fuck you, Rune. Just shut up while I fuck you.”
She shivered at his words, at his need. “If I hurt you—”
He laughed. “Honey.” His voice was tender, finally, as his heart caught up with his black, black despair. “You can’t.”