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"No! No, stop. Please stop!"
"Stop! It hurts."
"Please, stop."
"Get off me, you're hurting me."
"Please! Please, I'm begging you."
I jerk up from my sleep, feeling my heart leaping in my chest. My hair clings to my face with sweat as I look around frantically.
A sense of security settles into me when I find myself in Arles' arms. He had his arms wrapped around my waist protectively with his face snuggled up against my neck. I caress his hair, looking at his relaxed face. I still can't believe such a beautiful man is mine.
With Arles, I can lean back as much as I want because I know I won't fall. He won't let me.
Slipping out of his arms, I grab a towel and tip-toeing into the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror had me frozen for a moment, I lean close to my reflection, stunned at my glowing skin.
This is the first time I've woken up after sleeping with a man without my face battered and my body feeling like a bus ran over it. Well, it does feel like a bus ran over it, but in a good way.
Hickeys on my chest catch me off-guard, earning a stupid smile on my face that I couldn't wipe.
Oh, stop acting like a teenager, Amber!
Wait, but I am a teenager. A teenager who just had sex for the first time.
With a giggle, I step into the shower. Swaying my hips as the warm water cascaded down my body. I just feel so . . . happy.
For the first time, I didn't feel the need to scrub my body clean until it bled. Because my Arles, my sweet caring Arles, worshipped it all night. How can I hate the body he held so delicately in his arms all night?
I close my eyes, swaying against the warm water as memories of last night makes me blush like a mad woman. The way he held me, kissed me, bent me into every position, and fucked me until I couldn't stay conscious.
I wonder if it was so good for Arles. He has been with many women, I'm sure he must've been disappointed last night. I don't even know how to please a man. I've been beaten into shutting up and playing the corpse for years. What do I do to make him feel as good?
I let out a loud startled shriek feeling two arms around my waist. Arles' laughter immediately calms my frantic heart. He pulls me against his chest, kissing my neck.
Calm down, Amber. Its just Arles, our Arles.
"You scared me," I mumble.
"Oh, you scared me. I thought you ran away for a moment." He chuckles.
