DominikShe lies stiff beside me when dawn edges the room in pale light, every line of her body taut as a bowstring. Her back is to me, shoulders curled in as if she can hide from the memory of last night.She thinks she won something by enduring me without breaking. That her silence, her stubborn refusal to beg, was a victory.She’s wrong.The triumph was all mine. I left her frustrated. Shaking. Soaked and furious with herself. Every second she lay beside me trembling with need, every sharp inhale she tried to quiet, was mine. She’s a cornered animal baring its teeth, and it only makes me want to sink mine in deeper. And she’ll never be allowed to find relief without coming to me and requesting it.When I rise, she tries to roll away and burrow deeper into the sheets. I don’t allow it. “Up,” I say, and when she doesn’t move quickly enough, I tug the covers off her body. She curses under her breath, clutching at the fabric, but I’m already walking toward the bathroom. “We’re going
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