Caethari inhaled sharply, and all at once I was done with pretending. I dropped the cloth and grabbed his neck, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. I was hungry for comfort, for proof that we were both unharmed, and he met that hunger with need of his own, until we were grasping at each other, gasping at the power of both touching and being touched.
nothing says sexy like killing ur own r*pist in defense of ur new hubby 😌
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