“Seraphine,” I groan. “I don’t want to be another guy that hurts you.” “You won’t be,” she says through panting breaths. “I want this. I want you.” “Fuck. You don’t understand. I’m not right for you. The way I fuck is rough, painful, wild. I can’t promise I won’t get carried away and do something I regret.” She grabs my face with her bloody hands. “I don’t want gentle,” she says through clenched teeth. “I want you to take me, to make me feel alive. Please. I trust you.” “Why?” I growl.
