he'd done it a hund

deliberate, peeling away every inch of fabric until I stood bare benea

cool and charged. He hadn't even

s roam over me like a collector studying a fo

scared,

idn't reach his eye

at the back of my neck, the other gripping my wais

hungry. It wasn't a kiss.

inally m

I'd kept buried for years. It consumed me, dragged me under, strippe

h traced paths across my throat, my collarbone, lower. My body arched, bre

rmured against my skin, his voice a vel

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, holding me open with a force that was inesca

he

ut a

t hesi

nto me, and

rushed through me like a gasp I coul

ting of that first time painfully cu

the ache was s

A need that swal

ch breath, and I could feel my skin get

t first, then faster, harder, deeper, until there was nothing left but the so

t he didn't stop. He drove into me with complete, deliberate power each

, I wan

holding me steady, making

ay his body pi

er and over, like he was imprinting

ged against my ear, his mouth

ween us anymore. No ai

sheets, my body tensing, reac

I felt like I was g

of pleasure hit me out of nowhere, making me tremble, my breath coming out in short bursts. I wasn't sure i

g. Until I had nothing left to give-and he had taken it all. My b

ver, I wasn't the sa

like it was a goodby

aftermath, every part of

he dresser, and came back with a thin blac

owes. And enough to make

dn't

eek, thumb lingering j

he said. "No matter what.

touched me. I should've felt disgusted. Ashamed. B

id softly, even though

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gs always find

e I let him take me again