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She bit her lip, turned away. She couldn’t take it—the emotion was too crushing, too terrible, too much. His hand stroked her face, he turned her back to him with gentle fingers beneath her chin. “Don’t hide from me. You don’t ever have to hide when you’re with me.” That horrible tightness in her chest again, the welling in her eyes. He kissed the tear that slid over her cheek, caught another with his fingertip and brushed it away. She wanted to turn away again but didn’t, and he saw it, and then there was moisture in his eyes, too. “Tu és o amor da minha vida,” he murmured, his voice breaking. He kissed her with a desperation that took her breath away, a desperation that was matched only by her own. She clung to him, and he moved between her legs and pushed inside her. “Say it again,”
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