“I was rough.” “I liked it.” “Mm-hmm. I’ve craved you for so long,” he says. It comes out as a matter-of-fact, but it makes warmth spread through my chest. He’s still frowning as he traces the inside of my other thigh, pushing the two apart wider. The intensity of his scrutiny between my legs makes me a bit self-conscious. “Hopefully you won’t be too sore.” That makes me chuckle. He looks up, eyebrows raised. “What?” “I’ve been sore most days of my life. I used to stretch and dance for a living. I’ll be perfectly fine.” His expressions turns into anger. “Fuck. Your hip. I shouldn’t have
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