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I don’t think I would’ve had all these overpowering, crushing sensations if it were someone else. His finger slips beneath my underwear and thrusts inside me. I bite his hard shoulder over the shirt. Oh. God. Is it supposed to feel so intimate and deep? He thrusts another finger and I arch against him, my entire weight held by his. “Aiden…” It’s supposed to be a warning, a protest, but it comes out as I moan. “Admit it, Frozen.” I shake my head, feeling a lump grow bigger and suffocating at the back of my throat. He reaches his free hand up my stomach, stops to flick a hard, throbbing nipple over my shirt, before he wraps his fingers around my throat. He scissors his fingers inside me as he tightens his thumb at my neck’s pulse point. “Would you rather admit it when you’re screaming my name?” he whispers in dark, hot words. I bite my lower lip, staring at him with frantic, lust-filled eyes. “Fight it all you like, but if I want you to scream, you’ll fucking scream, Elsa.” His thumb rub