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Chapter 3 THE MELTDOWN

Word Count: 812    |    Released on: 01/06/2026

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lutching my stomach. My breath came in short, ragge

t that felt like it was cooking me from the inside out

e dizzying fog in my head, I saw a pair o

in the roo

loor, but my body refused to obey. A massive, warm presence s

s waist. His skin was still damp, smelling like clean water, expe

d down, wrapping firmly ar

hispered slowly, like he was

ouldn't even start thinking about where I knew him from. My brain w

tead of backing away, I lunged forward,

ness. I needed more... of

per and buried my face str

t. He smelled so g

g up his damp, flat stomach, desper

g past my dry lips like a prayer. "Pl

took a sharp breath. His fingers tightened on my shoulders, trying to h

up his neck. I tasted the cool water on his ski

uld. "It hurts. Its hurt.. so bad. Make it stop hurting. Please." I

tely losing my mind, and pressed

ld. I didn't know how to do this prop

into his mouth when he didn't move fast enough. I arched my b

les sent a shocking jolt of pure pl

ack a little, his gri

out angrily, my chest heaving against his.

oulders, trying to pull his hea

turing me. "Just say... you are not... capable and... a

ay from his shoulders, genu

the time. I should be able to figure it ou

growl vibrated de

ked for it," he grit

oo far gone, too content as the feeling of his large hands slid slowly down

etely off my gold heels until I w

ossessive hunger that almost stole the

ed me toward the bed, his lips never di

the pitch black as he flopped me down onto the big mat

lips in return as his large, heav

st

RD

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