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He took ers and put the the up at me

Quite enough, said his eyes I feel quite enough

"I'd give you anything," I said is Oh, he onderfully hard That was not uncommon, but he must let me take him further; he must trust me

"Amadeo," he said

With his unaccountable strength he drew me back with him to the bed You could hardly say he'd risen from the chair It seest our familiar pillows I blinked It see them, some trick of the breeze from the open s Yes, listen to the voices fro out and up the walls in Venice, the city of palaces

"Amadeo," he said, his lips on my throat as they'd co, sharp, swift and gone A thread stitched intobetween ainst ain

I dreamed I think I saw another place I think I saw the revelations ofhours which never stayed forfantasies I knew in sleep and sleep alone

This is what I want of you

"And you otten present as I floated against hi hi hihiers treainst me Drink it, drink it, drink it

He broke loose and lay to the side

I smiled as I lay with closed eyes I felt athered on ue took it up and I dreamed

His breathing was heavy and he was somber He shivered still, and when his hand found me it was unsteady

"Ah," I said s his shoulder

"I hurt you!" he said

"No, no, not at all, sweet Master," I answered "But I hurt you! I have you, now!"