The eroticism building within me wasn’t slowing, wasn’t cooling, and if I could have moved, I might have rutted against his thigh. But if this would end in either torture or salvation, I had to strive for the latter. He kissed me, as firmly as he’d pressed me to the bed in a sudden swoop, and all the sluggishness was removed from my body as if he drank into him whatever drug had passed my lips, and there it became dormant. I gasped at the release of our mouths when it was proven I could turn my head, twitch, sag, relax, and oh, to move when having been denied made everything ache. “Show me
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