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“
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
now
.
You
can
come
,
”
he
murmurs
.
What
?
Like
I
have
a
choice
.
And
he
’
s
inside
me
,
quickly
filling
me
.
I
moan
loudly
.
He
moves
,
pounding
into
me
,
a
fast
,
intense
pace
against
my
sore
behind
.
The
feeling
is
beyond
exquisite
,
raw
and
debasing
and
mind
-
blowing
.
My
senses
are
ravaged
,
disconnected
,
solely
concentrating
on
what
he
’
s
doing
to
me
.
How
he
’
s
making
me
feel
that
familiar
pull
deep
in
my
belly
,
tightening
,
quickening
.
NO
…
and
my
traitorous
body
explodes
in
an
intense
,
body
-
shattering
orgasm
.
“
Oh
,
Ana
!
”
he
cries
out
loudly
as
he
finds
his
release
,
holding
me
in
place
as
he
pours
himself
into
me
.
He
collapses
,
panting
hard
beside
me
,
and
he
pulls
me
on
top
of
him
and
buries
his
face
in
my
hair
,
holding
me
close
.
“
Oh
,
baby
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
Welcome
to
my
world
.
”
We
lie
there
,
panting
together
,
waiting
for
our
breathing
to
slow
.
He
gently
strokes
my
hair
.
I
’
m
on
his
chest
again
.
But
this
time
,
I
don
’
t
have
the
strength
to
lift
my
hand
and
feel
him
.
Boy
…
I
survived
.
That
wasn
’
t
so
bad
.
I
’
m
more
stoic
than
I
thought
.
My
inner
goddess
is
prostrate
…
well
,
at
least
she
’
s
quiet
.
Christian
nuzzles
my
hair
again
,
inhaling
deeply
.
“
Well
done
,
baby
,
”
he
whispers
,
quiet
joy
in
his
voice
.
His
words
curl
around
me
like
a
soft
,
fluffy
towel
from
the
Heathman
Hotel
,
and
I
’
m
so
pleased
that
he
’
s
happy
.
He
picks
at
the
strap
on
my
camisole
.
“
Is
this
what
you
sleep
in
?
”
he
asks
gently
.
