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Break this.

She didn’t have to say the words. One slow nod and she moved. Her knee against the outside of my thigh. Her weight barely fucking there settled on my body as she straddled me. I clenched my hand. Aching. Then lifted.

The nightdress was perfect.

Too fucking perfect.

Cold against my fingers.

But her body was warm underneath. It was that warmth I chased. My hand opened instinctively, settling against her side as though I needed proof she was real. She pressed against me. Her breath a goddamn caress against my mouth. I closed my eyes as she kissed me, slowly, carefully.

A groan rumbled in the back of my throat.

She deepened, taking more.

I let her, gently cupping the back of her head.

Giving her all the room she needed to pull away.

Part of me wanted her to.

To see the beast inside.

And know he was unworthy.

But she didn’t… pull away. Instead her weight shifted.

A low moan of pain came.

I froze. Opened my eyes.

She shifted, sliding one leg between mine and settled her weight back down.

Only this time she settled harder, her weight driving against my thigh. I waited for her to shift. To pull away. But she didn’t. Instead she unleashed a tiny tremor, then moved.

Rocking gently.

Grinding.

Jesus.

My body clenched.

Cock hardened.

A tiny breath escaped.

She leaned in once more. I opened my mouth for her instinctively, closing my eyes while she kissed me. I cupped the back of her head, fighting a goddamn war inside me not to drive her backwards on the sofa and take her.

But this wasn’t about me.

This was about her.

My Nyssa.

She leaned harder. Her mouth moving harder, taking more as she angled her body forward and drove upwards in one slow thrust.

Fuck me.