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"No, Sir," she murmured as he let go.

"Good girl." He entered her, taking her hand in his as he gently thrust in and out. "Open your eyes, Primrose."

"I can't." She felt like she was coming apart at the seams. If she gave up this last bit of herself, there would be nothing left.

"Open them and look at me." The rhythm of his movements were slow and deliberate, binding them in a hazy aura of expectation, his simple order demanding her to comply. "We'll do this together."

She needed to regain some of her jurisdiction. Too much had been taken from her today. The fear of completely losing herself was more than she could handle. She ran her nails down his back sharply. He inhaled. Caught off guard, she pushed him to the side and got on top, sliding herself up and down his cock. He let out a low moan. "Now, you'll come for me," she said, arching her back as she took him all the way in, to the hilt. She felt his body start to stiffen and he grabbed her around her waist. She rode him hard until her own climax exploded within her, and she felt his release.

"Jesus Christ," he said.

She rolled off him and he held her to his chest. "You vixen. I might have to punish you for that."

"You seemed to enjoy it." She rested her head on his chest.

"Aye, but you disappeared on me," he said, running his fingers through her hair.

"I didn't disappear on you." She didn't understand his insistence on breaking down her walls.

"Shh, it's okay. It's been a tough day." He kissed her. "But you don't always have to be so strong. I can carry some of your burdens."

Tears flooded her eyes and one slipped down her cheek.

"That's my girl," he said tenderly. Her world shattered, opening up her wounds from earlier, and she cried in earnest. He kissed her again. "I've got you."

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