“I’m not as strong as you seem to think I am.” “You’re stronger than you know, but you don’t need to be right now.” “Fuck,” he growls. “Careful.” “I’m tired of being careful. I want to be—” “Bad.” He kisses my jaw. “Naughty.” Another kiss. “Dirty?” “Free. Valued.” My breathing is picking up now. “I want to know what it feels like to be wanted.” No, wait, that’s not right... “I want you to show me what that feels like.” “If I touch you, I might get addicted.” Please get addicted.
