Love Was Never the Deal
My toes curled, my body tensed, and I bit down on my lip as a tremor ran through me.
His hands slid over my stomach and higher, his gentle touch sending waves of heat through me. When his fingers brushed me there, desire flared sharply, stealing my breath. I gasped, helplessly wanting more.
"Relax, baby."
Then that determined presence pressed forward again, solid and insistent.
"No… don't," I begged.
After the initial fullness, pain bloomed—sharp and unfamiliar. Tears spilled freely, beyond my control.
"Trust me," he murmured, breath ragged. "Just hold on a little longer."
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