The weight of her trust settles over me. The responsibility for the gift she is giving me expands in my chest, settles into my stomach, and rolls through my limbs. “I’m clean too. But are you sure, baby?” Valentina nods. “I’m sure, Avery.” “If you want to stop at any time—” “Please, please do it,” she says, holding my gaze. At the unwavering want in her irises, I push into her. Her eyes widen but she doesn’t look away. Neither do I. Instead, I move slowly, entering her inch by inch, and pay attention to her expressions. Surprise sparks in her irises, followed by awe and then, a delicious
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