Caden
Her voice is soft, but I hear it.
Yes.
Everything in me pauses, but not from hesitation, from control. The kind I’ve been barely holding on to since the second she walked through my door. I’m not stopping now, not when I’ve already come this far, and not when she’s finally mine. I stare down at her, the way her lips part and her chest rises and falls. She’s trembling, but she’s not pulling away. Not anymore.
You don’t get to take this back.
My hand slides deeper beneath the waistband of her panties, knuckles grazing the soft skin of her hip as I hook my fingers and slowly pull them down. She lifts her hips, helping me, and I don’t even try to hide the way my breath hitches. She’s laid out for me now, naked, flushed, and so f*****g perfect I almost forget how to move.
Almost.
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