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The elephant.

Author: Funmilayo
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-24 18:52:57

Mario’s POV

She’d said no, and I was proud of myself for stopping.

I hadn’t always been the guy who respected boundaries. Hell, there was a time I wouldn’t have even thought to ask.

But with Sylvia? I didn’t want to be anything less than careful. Less than perfect.

Even if it meant walking out of that room with a hard-on that could crack rock.

Her trembling voice when she told me to stop... That haunted me more than I expected.

The way her eyes had gone wide, distant, like something had pulled her out of the present and dropped her in a memory she didn’t want to relive.

And yet, after all of that, the way she curled back into me; quiet, warm, trusting.

That part stuck even harder.

She still trusted me. Even when her body remembered pain.

And the worst part?

I wanted her even more now.

"I think I'll go for a walk to clear my mind," Sylvia’s voice broke through my thoughts.

She shifted away from me with a soft kiss to my lips, apologetic, then padded over to the table, picking up my shi
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