“I’m real, Lana,” he murmurs against my neck as he finally peels off the last of my clothes. Just the feel of his body sliding against mine as he undressed me has gotten me ready for him. “And I’m yours,” he says before he kisses me, swallowing the words I try to return. Mine. Just like I’m his. For as long as he’ll keep me. “I love you,” I say as he slides inside me, shuddering as though the feel of me was exactly what he needed. I know the feeling. The words mean more to me than he knows, because they’re words I thought I’d never utter in that context. Thought I’d never heal enough to feel
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