His skin gave under my nails. The pain in his voice was so raw, it hurt to hear it. I wanted to say, let me touch you, let me distract you, but I didn't. The writing was beautiful, calligraphy, on heavy vellum paper with a watermark.
Just a little sex, and that's it. It made him laugh and push me toward the door. I will do this, but not because you forced me. You hurt him.
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