I felt him deep inside my bones, but to be quite literal he was inside of me.
Broken "'m sorry gorgeous girl, 'm so sorry"'s were repeated in my ear through every meaningful stroke.
I don't even feel pleasure, but god I feel something and I haven't felt anything in years.
"Gorgeous girl, god you're so gorgeous. 'M sorry you know? But you feel so goo-"
I felt full.
His legs shaked and his grip tightened, but his rhythm did not falter in the slightest.
"'M sorry, Lea." he spoke when his unrelenting movement ceased.
"I allowed it, you're fine" but god, its never fucking fine and it won't be.
"I love you" he spoke with uncertainty.
"Tell me that when you aren't inside of me. You love this feeling, not me."
"No, I love you and this feeling. 'M sorry darling."
ImSorryImSorryImsorry
"Its not okay."
