He kisses my neck gently, the soft pleasure eventually breaking through the fog, balancing out the burning in my body. He turns me around and hugs me, the belt still digging into my wrists, even though he's released it awhile ago. He kisses me deep and long, and I struggle to free my hands, bring them up into his hair, the last of the burning passion giving way to this sweet, caring aftermath.
It ends too quickly though, as he suddenly just releases me, doesn't care that I sway and almost fall.
"Get dressed," he says and leaves the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
I'm trying not to think at all as I do so. Otherwise I'll just burst into tears at this, yet another backtracking rejection. But I will ask him about it, make him explain it all to me sometime very soon.
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