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Pia
Holy wow.
Ryker hadn’t touched me with more than his c**k and groin area—and I’d never had better. I yearned for more with a deep ache beyond l**t. That moth to flame crap hadn’t ever been truer in my mind.
I wanted to curl in his lap and listen to his heartbeat. I wanted to cuddle in bed, our limbs entwined, lips touching and tasting. Needed both like my hands and heart needed to offer the affection he obviously still craved but shielded himself from.
He claimed he couldn’t give me what I needed, but we’d made progress, though, and I wasn’t one to give up easily.
For two hours, we talked, late into the night. Knowing Dasia lay safe in a bed far away from her foster father eased my mind and allowed me freedom I hadn’t realized I’d been missing out on.
For years.
I managed to
