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She was mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck, in every way imaginable. And I was about to show her just that.
Be still my fucking cold black heart. I loved her.
I wanted to die in his arms like this, with his hand around my fucking throat, our bodies twisted together — his very existence sucking the air from my lungs.
