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A frustrated sound echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine when he picks me up and throws me on the bed. I can breathe for the first time, but I don’t focus on the animal-like sounds escaping me or the ache between my legs. There’s something much worse. Killian. He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the hard planes of his abs and stomach. Under the current tension, his physique appears massive, a weapon that can inflict both pleasure and pain. Even the birds with broken feathers flying up his side appear more ominous. Destructive. Killian proceeds to remove his trousers and boxers with infinite ease. He actually takes his time with the task, as if knowing exactly how nervous his methodical calm makes me. I slide back against the mattress. “W-what do you think you’re doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing?” He steps toward me with the grace of a black panther. “Finishing what I started.” “Killian…” “Yes, Glyndon?” “Stop… I mean, let’s talk about this.” “I’m done talking.” “I’l