“Of course I’m not cheating on you, Freya!” He leans in, and I shrink back, but our fronts still brush, heat pouring off of him, the hard planes of his body sweeping against the soft curves of mine. “You think I could ever want anyone but you?” A tear slips down my cheek. I used to be able to answer that unequivocally. “I don’t know.” His brow furrows, pain tightening his face. “Freya, I love you. I want you. Only you. You’re the only woman I notice or desire, and if you think it’s escaped me that I haven’t had you beneath me, that I haven’t been inside you, making you come, in months, you’re
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