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I raise an eyebrow. "How else am I supposed to make you desperate?"

Because I need her to feel wretched for me. I'm not sure why yet, but I know enough to acknowledge it.

"I'm making up for being sexually frustrated for weeks," she complains. "I'm ready to bite chunks out of you, if it's the only way I'll have you."

"You'll have me." I sit up, take off her underwear, and throw it to the side. "No need to get violent."

"Then take me." She opens her legs. "Right now. If you check, you'll find I'm not only ready. I'm aching."

I'm not touching her. She's not touching me. It's her words alone that have me grinding my teeth and moaning through it.

I take off my underwear. One hand lands by her breast on a cushion, the other pumps on my cock.

"I had planned for this to be more romantic," I grind out.

"Of course you did." She reaches between her legs and teases the head of my cock. "I don't need it."

My heart complains, but these are the lines. She's given them to me. I've agreed to them. They're crucial if I have any hope to make this work.

"Fuck, Pen."

It's a sweet mix of desire and pain.

I rub her clit with the head of my cock, wetting myself in her. Still, I don't enter her. I home myself between her labia, testing the placement once, dragging my length on her.

She whines. I lay on top of her, holding my weight on my elbows again. I kiss her, this time, because I need the comfort of it.

She digs her nails on my shoulders. "I can't wait anymore."

I'm torn. It makes me old-fashioned all over again, but things will change once I'm inside her. Why, I don't know. All I can do is do what I've always done, and make sure to minimize the way that affects Pen.

She wraps me with her legs. Her heels dig into my thighs. It's another demand. But I'm growing weak in my need for her.

"Do it," she says.

I enter her.

"Leon!"

She called me by my name. My heart is so loud I can hear its beat all over.

I'm not strong enough to resist my feelings anymore.