"I just said I'd never let you hurt me. Jesus H. Christ. You don't get to be the one who decides what I need and what I don't." Since he obviously didn't get it. At all. How what he wanted, to coddle and cuddle her would just make her feel weak and vulnerable and stupid instead of giving her back what the day took from her. She even already said the sex could be gentle. It's like he's not even fucking listening.

She pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts while she's growling, "I'm not going to find anyone else to fuck me. I made a promise when I said I loved you and I'm keeping it. But I am going for a walk." And probably a swim. The cool water will help keep down the swelling. But he doesn't need to know that or he'll just follow her or some fucking thing. "Go back to your hut. I'll see you when you can fuck me without worrying about hurting me."