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“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He removes our hands and pushes me onto my back. His hand falls on my hip, pulling my legs up, and the other wraps around my throat as he kisses me. I’m moaning and groaning and speaking nonsense in his mouth as he gives a delicious shove and pushes all the way in, his pelvis slapping against my ass. My arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his thighs, pressing him closer, needing him nearer. Everything in me roars to life. My brain, my body, my heart, my soul. Everything. He stimulates me in ways no one else can. No one else will ever be able to. And I crave it. I crave him. Because he tames my demons. He’s removing the blood from my white room with every thrust, every shaky breath against my mouth. Every glide of his abs against my cock. “I could stay inside you forever,” he pants against my face, kissing my nose again, my lips, my jaw. “You’re my goddamn home, baby.” My entire body shudders because I believe him. I believe his thundering heartbe