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In the mirror, I watch as his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw muscles ticking. Like my pleas physically hurt him. What… But I never get to finish that thought. The next thing I know, those deep blue eyes are snapping open, blazing into mine just as he reaches up, grips my shoulder, and fucks into me with one powerful thrust.
Still Beating (Lost Boys, #2.6)
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