Amapola POV
During the last month of the training, I have never felt more in control of everything in my life, except for one big thing, “mine” Hector, for the fifth time, grabs my legs apart in our bedroom. I haven’t been able to leave the room in this heat, “please, it stings,” I cry out from the ecstasy. My lower abdomen has been nothing but painful stings. Bleeding out is the worst feeling in the world. Luckily it stops bleeding when I’m intimidated by my mate, who has the energy of a rabbit. For a seventh time, my orgasm came down with a powerful outburst, a couple more of Hector's thrusts, and I felt him latch in me again. With a grunt, I felt him finish inside me, “I’m praying your heath calms down, Colora. I am doing everything in my power to help you,” his kind words made me feel
