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Through my sobs, I could hear quick footsteps entering the living room.

Rary! Vidário shouted. Just his voice made the fire die down a little, and I called out to him, desperate for the pain to go away. He ran for the kitchen and pushed the other man away from me.

I felt a twinge of disappointment when I noticed that Vidário was wearing sweatpants instead of boxers—I wanted as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Fortunately, he was still without a shirt.

As soon as he reached me, he immediately took me into his arms. I wrapped myself around him as lazily as a vine on a tree, seeking maximum contact. My legs were on each side of him, my arms tightly around his neck. Fortunately, the fire subsided as I sobbed into his chest, but the pain was still unbearable.

"Shh...," Vidário said, sitting down on a nearby chair with me still coiled around him. "I know, baby, I know."

"Please, make it stop," I begged.

Vidário suddenly placed his mouth on the bite mark and sucked it, running his