The sound seemed to unlock something in him. His arm tightened around my waist and he rolled us until I was on my back and he was half over me, still kissing me with that same slow pressure. His weight never fully settled. He kept most of it on his forearm, as if he was afraid of crushing me.I should have pushed him away. Instead, my hands slid up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened. His tongue stroked mine in lazy, thorough sweeps that made my toes curl against the sheets. Every time I made a soft sound he answered it with another kiss, longer, deeper, until I was breathing in short, shaky gasps against his mouth.He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, almost black in the low light.“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly, “and I will.”I stared up at him, lips already swollen, body restless under the thin shirt. The old fear was still there, the memory of how he took me, claimed me, forced me into this life. But it was now besi
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