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7 (SECTIONS TO KEEP)

[[[[[][[[[When I woke up, it was because Vincent had been whining in my ear for god knows how long. He seemed to notice that I was awake, because the whining stopped and his hand moved from my chest to my stomach, pressing down as he kissed my cheek and nuzzled it. "Noahhhh...~" His lips moved down, nipping at my cheek and then my jaw. His fingers pressed down again, and the pressure almost ached. His nips became soft bites, and his other hand fisted in my hair, pulling me to him. I hadn't protested yet, so he picked me up as if I were nothing, and sat me on his stomach. He sat up and leaned forward enough to nip at my chest, leaving hickeys and small bite marks. His hands held my neck, squeezing gently. I moved only slightly, but I felt his hands squeeze harder as I put pressure on his dick, and one hand moved down to my hips, pushing me into him as the other squeezed at my throat still. It was enough to make me feel light headed, but i could breathe and I was rutting into him as if it were the last time we'd ever fuck.]]]]]]]]]]]]]]] His heavy breathing and occasional grunt was my "Good job, Noah."
Better not be the last time we fuck, I thought, and then I thought of him this morning, hurt and beaten, barely able to walk.
"Vin, hang on. Vin." He whined, tucking his hand into my jeans and tried to pull them down. I grabbed his arms and tried to pull them away, but they didn't budge, and I felt my face grow hot, a certain heat swirling about in my stomach. He was much stronger than I'd thought, and he held every ounce of power in the room. It was hot, but I was terrified. I barely knew this man, especially now. He could hurt me so fucking much.
"What is it?", he finally said, his arms frozen and his eyes staring into mine. I spluttered, waving my hands about for a moment before sitting them on his shoulders.
"What um...what happened this morning...?" I spoke, pushing my fingers into his hair and hoping it'd soothe him enough so that he wouldn't kill me or anythin. His hands moved again, and I flinched as he pulled my jeans down.
"Later, I'll tell you. It's a promise." He stared up at my face, frozen. His eyebrows were knit together as if he were worried, but his cheeks were flushed and I still felt his hard on under me, so I obviously hadn't ruin the moment. I trusted him, and nodded, though I wasn't sure why.
And just like that, he was alive again. His hands worked at pulling my jeans down, his teeth biting down at my chest. My hands on his shoulders felt strange so I fisted them in his hair, allowing myself to melt at his touch, huffing as the pad of his thumb ran over my nipple and rolled it between his fingers roughly. I gasped, tugging his hair. He chuckled and did it again, but this time, he pushed me forward, lapping at it much more gently, before moving his arms to wrap around my torso and his lips found mine.
I'd missed his body so much. I'd fallen for it completely, and though it had become more defined and definitely stronger, it hadn't changed. He still held me just as gently, though I could tell he had to hold back more than before.
"Vin? How are you so...strong?" I asked softly, almost hoping he hadn't heard, but of course he had. He laughed, and I felt his fingers move inside me, making me gasp. When had he done that? He pulled them out, then pushed them in, repeating his movements and stretching me slowly. I whimpered, clawing at his chest as he stared at me, a playful smile on his face.
"Like I said, I'll explain. Now, I think I'd rather show you. Anything else?"
I shook my head, huffing as his fingers left me, replaced by something much better. Oh, I definitely missed that. I sat up, moaning softly as he  kissed me, as I rolled my hips into him, arms wrapping around his neck. His hands moved to my hips, squeezing them roughly as he lay me down on the bed, pushing my legs open. I looked down and almost whimpered at the sight of him alone.

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