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I thoughtif I made it good for her, she’d let me do it again. I was going to go on my knees to taste her again, to bury my face in her pussy, but then she took all of me.

Being inside of her? It’s not survivable.

I’m never coming back from this.

Kavi tilts her face at me, eyes half-lidded.

I’m lost.

Tell me what you need.

I’ll give you everything.

Take me.

I ease my body from hers. Her eyes have drifted shut.

I push myself off the bed, but hold on to the wall. I’ve exercised almost every day of my life, but right now my limbs are pathetic.

Her brown eyes drift open when I’m back, the warm towel sliding on her skin. She sighs, letting me take care of her. My legs have steadied, but my fingers wobble.

When I’m done, I kiss the top of her head. “Are you sore?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Kavi, baby, I need to know if you’re okay.”

“Mmh.”

“Talk to me, Princess.”

Her arm hooks around mine. I tip to lie down beside her. She curls against my skin, branding me with warmth. I hold her tight.

“Good,” she whispers.

I rock her back and forth, because I can’t stop. The sound of her heart rounds every sharp edge in me.

She caresses my cheek. “The audio you sent about your dad broke my heart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No,I’msorry. It’s not fair,” she mumbles. “Who took care of you?”

The air feels knocked out of my lungs. “No one needs to take care of me, Princess.”

“I don’t accept that.” Kavi shakes her head. “I refuse for that to be the case. You need to be taken care of.”

“You help.”

“How?” Her voice goes higher. “What doIdo for you when you’ve done so much for me?”

“You exist.”

She sobs out a laugh. “You are so frustrating.”

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