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She wouldn't let me

Author: Jojo
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-06 22:43:31

Louis’s POV

I could feel it, her fear.

Not just on her skin, but radiating off her like heat. Her body trembled beneath my touch, every breath shaky, uneven. I could hear her heart pounding like a distant war drum, rising and falling, rising and falling, as if caught in a storm she couldn’t escape.

And still, I leaned in.

“You don’t need to be scared,” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. “I’m going to be gentle. Very gentle.”

My voice was low, careful, like I was trying not to break something already fragile. She didn’t look at me, her eyes were distant, glassy, focused somewhere past me, like she wasn’t even in the room anymore.

“I promise,” I breathed again, “you won’t even know I’m inside you.”

I eased her thighs apart, slow and deliberate, like I was touching something sacred. And then, I slipped a finger in. Just one. Testing. Watching. Feeling.

She gasped, just a small, sharp intake of breath, but it said everything.

Her fingers clutched at the bedsheet, twisting the fabric li
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