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“
Oh
,
please
,
”
I
beg
.
I
’
m
not
sure
I
can
take
much
more
.
My
body
is
wound
so
tight
,
craving
release
.
“
I
want
you
sore
,
baby
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
he
continues
his
sweet
,
leisurely
torment
,
backward
,
forward
.
“
Every
time
you
move
tomorrow
,
I
want
you
to
be
reminded
that
I
’
ve
been
here
.
Only
me
.
You
are
mine
.
”
I
groan
.
“
Please
,
Christian
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
What
do
you
want
,
Anastasia
?
Tell
me
.
”
I
groan
again
.
He
pulls
out
and
moves
slowly
back
into
me
,
circling
his
hips
once
more
.
“
Tell
me
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
You
,
please
.
”
He
increases
the
rhythm
infinitesimally
,
and
his
breathing
becomes
more
erratic
.
My
insides
start
quickening
,
and
Christian
picks
up
the
rhythm
.
“
You
.
Are
.
So
.
Sweet
,
”
he
murmurs
between
each
thrust
.
“
I
.
Want
.
You
.
So
.
Much
.
”
