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“Yes. The thought of it there only took me higher.”

He groaned.

“And when you slid deep inside me...” My voice trailed off, a shudder rippling through me at the memory of the rush of need.

“Being inside you is like finding heaven,” he murmured.

“Yes,” I whispered my agreement, and we lay in silence. Satiated bliss, on my part, at least.

Garret caressed my ass cheeks, and I noted the slight ache from my spanking still lingered.

“I love having your hands on me—your hand prints on me, Garret,” I confessed further. “It ... fulfilled me in some way.”

“No bad memories?” he asked again, his voice still unsure.

“Not a single one.”

He tugged me close, and I melted against his chest once more, the steady thump of his heart against my ear lulling me into the sleep my body craved.