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He means no condom, because he trustsit is not It’s trust, he givesme He has, and does, trust"Can you please hurry," I whisper,way

"Say it," he demands

"I want you inside me I need you inside ain, a deep passionate kiss that is over too soon "I have on too many clothes"

He lifts offheart to cal over ainst ht of him on top of me absolute perfection And he stares down at me I swear I can see what he wants fro, and that should scare ht now, I feel like it’s possible Seconds tick by, and questions and answers floeen us, and they all end in one place How right we feel with each other How connected

He leans in, his lips at ain, and I don’t need to ask what heme in ways no other man has or ever could He’s different We’re different and the ood

"Shane," I whisper, burning with the need to hold hi back to look atanywhere, sweetheart, but you need to say the sa Not from me"

"I’m not"

"Say it"

"This isn’t a fair tiht now Say it"

"I’, Shane, but you--"

He kisses me, and there are no more words There is only passion So ers and we exploded into want and need His fingers are inAnd we don’t start slow We press our bodies together We touch each other everywhere, anywhere The feel of his taut muscle underinto me makes me want him deeper Harder I think I say that I do I say it I say it over and over Except, I still feel like this is good-bye, like this is the only tiain

Too soon, I feel the ache in aset him to slon, but he ansith a deep thrust, and then another, and his tongue--his talented, deue--licks into my mouth, and I explode I tumble over into the depths of pleasure, and my sex clenches around his shaft, and the sensation of hiood to allow rowl escaping his lips, so raw and animalistic that it can only be described as pure sex

When finally we collapse together, we don’t speak orthat has happened between us, but I do not feel anger from him I don’t feel accusation I feel … us I feel closer to him than I ever have and I don’t kno that’s possible I lied to hi my forehead in a tender act I feel as readily as I did that orgaset you a towel" He lifts off and out of me, and I can already feel the sticky war on with me in this moment I start to shiver, and I do not believe it’s fro es I’ve suppressed for weeks on end coht The blood So much blood Nausea and panic overco forward

Shane is there instantly, pressing the towel betweendown to drape my body, a shelter that I want, but cannot have A cold breeze blasts over us again, and he glowers in its direction "Why the hell is the air on in the middle of the winter?" He stands and walks toward the therlory, his backside a work of art He is perfect, and not just his body The way he controls everything around him He is sex, power, and passion

He adjusts the thers inside the theue Why would I? He’s protectingfor my pants, I maneuver to pull theain, and in his eyes, there is possession I should reject, but there isI am his to protect, to please, to hold on to, and so to feel this, to jeopardize his safety

"No," I say, as if he has spoken those things,beneath "

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