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Chapter 3 THE MELTDOWN
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lutching my stomach. My breath came in short, ragge
t that felt like it was cooking me from the inside out
e dizzying fog in my head, I saw a pair o
in the roo
loor, but my body refused to obey. A massive, warm presence s
s waist. His skin was still damp, smelling like clean water, expe
d down, wrapping firmly ar
hispered slowly, like he was
ouldn't even start thinking about where I knew him from. My brain w
tead of backing away, I lunged forward,
ness. I needed more... of
per and buried my face str
t. He smelled so g
g up his damp, flat stomach, desper
g past my dry lips like a prayer. "Pl
took a sharp breath. His fingers tightened on my shoulders, trying to h
up his neck. I tasted the cool water on his ski
uld. "It hurts. Its hurt.. so bad. Make it stop hurting. Please." I
tely losing my mind, and pressed
ld. I didn't know how to do this prop
into his mouth when he didn't move fast enough. I arched my b
les sent a shocking jolt of pure pl
ack a little, his gri
out angrily, my chest heaving against his.
oulders, trying to pull his hea
turing me. "Just say... you are not... capable and... a
ay from his shoulders, genu
the time. I should be able to figure it ou
growl vibrated de
ked for it," he grit
oo far gone, too content as the feeling of his large hands slid slowly down
etely off my gold heels until I w
ossessive hunger that almost stole the
ed me toward the bed, his lips never di
the pitch black as he flopped me down onto the big mat
lips in return as his large, heav
st
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