He kisses the base of my spine. “You weren’t supposed to make me smile or laugh.” He nips at the edge of my ear before tracing my earrings with his finger. “You weren’t supposed to work your way under my skin like venom with no kind of antidote.” He slides only the tip into me. I push back, but he moves too, holding me hostage.
“And you were never supposed to make me want more.”
Heat blooms in my chest. I gasp as he thrusts his cock into me with one push. My body burns from the intrusion, and tears prick my eyes.
“But now it’s too late.” He smooths out my hair before wrapping it around his hand like a rope.
He tugs. “You’re mine.”
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