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He pulled out of her and slipped right back in. She trembled underneath him. He'd drill that point home every fucking day until she saw herself the way he saw her.

Bane pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and lifted her hips. He slid back into her pussy.

She moaned, taken by surprise at him thrusting into her from behind. Before she could gain her next breath, he pounded into her. Holding her hips, he long-stroked her.

His heart beat wildly, threatening to burst out of his chest. The force of how he took her left no room for her to guess how he felt about her. He believed in her. There was nothing else he needed. Just her.

"You're my ol' lady." He grunted, plunging hard enough that her knees came up off the bed, and she was solely in his hands. "Mine."

She moaned into the blanket. He slid his hand between her legs. His fingers found her clit without his cock leaving her body. The stroke on the sensitive nub caused her to buck back against him.

He held her up with his arm looped around her waist.

Instead of pumping into her, he held himself still. All the attention went to her clit. His fingers were big, rough, and clumsy, but he worked them like magic over her.

Wetness coated his movements. He kept steady contact as she arched and pushed back against his hand.

Whimpering in need, she clung to the bed. He withdrew his hand.

She needed more.

He gave her more.

Taking his cock out of her, he slapped the hardness against her butt, sliding up and down her slit, spreading the wetness he'd created. He then circled her clitoris with the head of his cock.

"Bane?" she begged.

He knocked the breath out of her as he slammed his cock inside of her. Losing control as her pleasure circled him, sucking him, he felt the moment her orgasm exploded.

A scream ripped from her lungs. He thrust deeply into her and pressed her flat onto the mattress. Held under his weight, she trembled with a violent shudder, rocking his body.

His body lost all control. He shot his load and struggled to catch his breath.

His lips settled on her ear. "You are everything to me."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, struggling for breath. "I wish I could enjoy everything with you."

She wouldn't give up the idea that she wasn't enough for him because of the trauma she lived through. But she was more than enough.

If it took him every day of his life, he'd make sure she understood that she was everything to him.

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