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“What do you need? My—”
“You.” And I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth as he slips into me.
I’m ready to feel him crush me, pure animal instinct, his thrusts bending me under his force, but it doesn’t happen.
This time, it’s different. It’s all different.
He’s different.
All of this sweetness, this thoughtfulness, this unexpected hope that he really can take care of me, rains down on me and makes me melt in his arms, giving me everything I need.
