Sir consume my woman hood
“Do you want… this?”
The question hung in the air like smoke. Amara’s throat felt dry, her hands clammy. She had rehearsed every answer, every polite deflection, every neutral denial—but now, faced with him, all of them seemed hollow. The truth had been building in her chest for weeks, growing heavier with every quiet moment, every glance, every stolen second of awareness she had tried to deny.
Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t react in the way she thought he might. He simply nodded, slow, deliberate, as if confirming something he already knew but needed to hear from her anyway.
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