[ His teeth sting. A thin, needy noise wells up and out of her throat before she can stop it - it's not even been two weeks since the last time he touched her, properly touched her, and that still feels like so unbearably long. Even if she tried, she wouldn't be able to pretend she didn't want more of it.
But that's precisely why she can't have it. She isn't allowed to have any of the things she wants, especially not something as dirty as this. But even as her lips part to spill out more lies, she can't bring herself to tell him to stop.
Her hands settle almost a little uncertainly on his arms, fingers curling into his shirt. ]
I wasn't... I mean, I didn't want him to...
[ Crack. Just a hairline fracture in that perfect polished shine. But even if it's just a crack, that still means it can break. ]
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But that's precisely why she can't have it. She isn't allowed to have any of the things she wants, especially not something as dirty as this. But even as her lips part to spill out more lies, she can't bring herself to tell him to stop.
Her hands settle almost a little uncertainly on his arms, fingers curling into his shirt. ]
I wasn't... I mean, I didn't want him to...
[ Crack. Just a hairline fracture in that perfect polished shine. But even if it's just a crack, that still means it can break. ]