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Taking Control

Clay

   She was so inviting. Despite her body being bruised, I couldn’t help but still want her, kiss her and make her moan my name again. As she bathed herself in the tub, she asked to join, but I just sat next to it, helping her bathe gently.

   Lathering her body, I leaned down to kiss her shoulder, bringing a smile on her face as she turned her head and kissed my lips while she wrapped her hand around the nape of my neck. 

   “I want you, Clay,” she whispered. I pulled away, looking at her with concern. What if I hurt her? 

   “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m no porcelain doll, so stop treating me like one.”

 

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