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This was no fumble in a dark corner, at some school friend's party with a clumsy boy I barely knew. Nor was this a brutal assault that would leave me bruised and broken. Nathan handled me lovingly, like delicate china.
He held his weight off me, his body hovering above me as his lips kissed mine, then a line of soft kisses down my breasts, firmer as his mouth dipped lower. His gentle hands stroked my thighs, pushing them further apart. I found I was holding my breath in anticipation, but I cried out in shock at the unexpected rasp of his tongue over sensitive skin.
"Caitlin, I don't want to hurt you, or push you too far again. Angel, tell me if you want me to stop." His breath was warm on my skin as he spoke, so I barely heard the words. I couldn't decide if I was trembling wi
