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I just want to be loved.
“I got you.”
Holy fuck-me eyes. I blink.
Scratch that. Holy fuck-me everything.
He smells like sex appeal.
I think I hear him say something. Something like that’s my girl, but that can’t be right.
I flex my fingers in his. “Can I touch it?” Dom drops his eyes to his lap, and I squeak. “The hair!” Then I make another sound and add, “The hair on your head. Obviously. Oh my god.”
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“Give me a feel, Shorty.”
Give me a feel.
“Keep teasin’ me, see where it gets you.” Pretty please, let it be pinned to his bed.
Because this big, beautiful man just fell asleep against me.
“I need a taste of you, Angel. A taste of whatever you’ll give me.”
Good dick is hard to come by.”
His juicy thighs are fucking tattooed.
Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.”
“Just because we can’t change the past, doesn’t mean we can’t be mad at it.”
Neck to ankles, his tattoos make him look like a mythical soldier. A man made solely for battle. A protector.
A man made for me.
