“How am I as a girl…?” I grip his biceps, distracted as his thrusts turn slow and deep. Oh God. My back arches, and my lips part in need. His amber eyes graze me as though I’m the most beautiful broken thing he’s ever been a part of. “You’re perfect.” It’s a lie, but he makes it sound so true. I cry as he hits another sensitive place. My hand drifts to his ass that tightens with each push into me.
