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A slow, predatory srip on my pussy to pullhis voice “I don’t want your hymen, Ayla”

“No?” The husky voice barely sounds like it belongs to me “Then what do you want?”

The blue section of his right iris seehter so and eating up the light

“Everything”

Then he buries his face in , deep breath

I closeout of control He keeps breathing me in, and I’m certain that with one more deep inhale, I’ll vanish completely, subsumed entirely by him

“Why was soe to choke out “Who wanted to kill you?”

I’ out the question, but the words ainsta line of sticky arousal over my lower belly

This time, he does step away from me, and I nearly fall over fro me up

“No one”

His voice is dark, angry

And before I can call hi me such an obvious lie of his own, he turns on his heel and stalks away, his leather boots eerily quiet on the ancient linoleum floor

I stare after hi hard with jerky breaths Then I slide down to the floor until my ass hits the tiles with a thud

For ht behind me I’ve tried to reframe it in my mind in a way I could comprehend, in a way I could live with

I’ve tried to bury it