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He wraps one ar me so he can pump with more force Hisrab his head and push down in a desperate bid for satiation Then I’ as entles I hear myself whisper, “I love you”

When I open ripsfor me No emotion—only lust Still, I need him I’ll take scraps

I rise on h he tastes like nightmares and he s an ar his warm nape as our kisses deepen

Then he’s lyingmy knees as if he plans to takedoay, as he presses his sex into me When he lifts his head, his blue eyes are closed He thrusts deeper

As he starts to pump his hips, I stroke his arhtened I’ll drive him away Instead I lockwhat he’s doing thrust for thrust, on tightening e erection

In return, he plunges deeper, filling me est, darkest night, gentleness si Not once does he lean down over me and kiss my throat or stroke my hair

I can feel it when he nears release; he thickens inside me, and then I feel a hot, soft, full sensation That’s when I realize—there’s no condoone, lost in the rush of ecstasy as I topple over e

I open my eyes as he lifts his head and his eyes hold mine Where before, e s in his face, tonight there’s nothing He’s no warht be

Wordlessly, he separates our bodies With a final glance atoff the floor

Thirteen

Declan

“Is that it, then?”

I glance over at her ThenI alh the holes

“Um, what?” I can’t see her It’s dark in here, and kind of blurry What did she say?

“So…you’re leaving, I suppose?”