After taking off his clothes, he moved to the bed and kissed me, whispering against my lips, “It’s okay, baby, it’s just a scar.”I couldn’t even form words because his lips shut me out again.His fingers moved over my body as he kissed me, slow and deliberate, like he was taking his time with every inch of me.Then slowly, he slid inside me.My mouth fell open as he adjusted, the stretch making me gasp.“Fuck,” he growled before capturing my lips again, then he began to thrust, slow at first.A moan slipped from my lips. He moved to my neck, kissing and sucking lightly as he whispered, “It’s so good.” His voice was raspy. “You feel so fucking good, angel.”My fingers moved over his chest, then around to his back as the pleasure built inside me, warm and overwhelming.His pace increased, and he pumped harder, enough to make me gasp again.“Do you know how many times I imagined you like this?” he asked as he leaned down, his hand coming up to grip my throat. “You’re going to feel me to
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